- A sharp kick in my stomach pulls me from sleep. I open my eyes slowly, adjusting to the sunlight coming in. I’m disoriented for a minute, but then it all comes back to me. I remembered what happened the night my mother died and Colin sedating me again after I confronted him. I look around the room. I’m alone. Where is he? I freeze as I realize I’m in the room that once belonged to my parents. Well, at least a replica. My breathing slows as I examine the paintings and the furniture. Everything is the same, even the bed. Mom loved sunflowers so dad made a bedhead with sunflowers and gave it to her for their 10th anniversary. I smile as I remember how happy we were that day when suddenly, the image of my parents lying on this bed covered in blood pops into my head.
- My hands shake as image as my breathing gets heavier.