Chapter 45: Broken Toy

• I screamed, the fireworks unable to mask the horror that escaped from deep inside my body. It came out sounding primal, like something was eating me alive.
• Aldrich had followed my gaze and immediately ran inside. The last detail I remembered was a pale Aldrich ordering the guards to watch me. I fell to my knees, traumatized at the demented sight.
• Was I having another nightmare? Was this all actually happening? Were fireworks merely a figment of my subconscious, and Alan getting hurt was another addition to my dreams of bleeding friends? Everything was occuring in split moments, each event happening within the length of a second. I forgot the color of things and the names of people. I forgot that people actually died in real life, that blood does not ooze but pour.