It has been a year since Annalise Montgomery lost her fifteen year old sister Lilly in the middle of a sunny day when she was waiting in a parking lot.
Annalise takes the case into her control when the police are empty handed. No leads, no traces, n...
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The water laps at my hips, though the weather is hot, the water is awfully chilly. My hands are held beside my head by silver handcuffs attached to an old railing.
I've been here many times. This place is not new to me. There's fear riddled in my chest, and horror embedded to my mind.
I can't speak- there's a piece of strong duct tape over my lips. I try screaming for my little sister's attention. This is the first time Lilly Montgomery has been here with me.
There's a sickening of blade meeting flesh. For once, it's not me. It's my sister. There's a kitchen knife in Reggie Cohen's hand. It's buried to the hilt, within her lower chest.
I scream for him to stop hurting her.
This isn't suppose to happen. This has never happened before. Reggie pulls the blood covered knife out, and strikes again.
Lilly cries, both wailing in pain and begging him to stop. He doesn't listen. To me, or to her. His face is scrunched in anger, teeth bared and knuckles bleach white from their tight grip.
The blades comes out, then slams back into her chest. My sister coughs blood up- her lungs punctured.
Reggie finally removes the knife from her chest, and Lilly Montgomery falls into the water. Unmoving. Dead.
His chest pumps to calm his anger, but it doesn't work. Blood drips from his hand and into the now murky water. He stays incredibly still until his head snaps to me.
Reggie's feet rip through the water in my direction. I pull and pull at the cuffs, but I can't get free. "This is all your fault." He tells me and crouches down. "I'd have everything I want if it wasn't for you."
Using the same knife, he grabs my left wrist and lines it up with the sharp side of the blade. I scream. The knife slices forward, scream, back, scream, forward, scream, back, scream, forward-
"Lis, Lis!"
The bridge is gone. The water is gone. I'm not there anymore- I'm in complete and utter darkness. My body hurls itself up in reflex when I'm ripped from the nightmare.
A new one.
"You're okay, its okay, it's just a bad dream." Scott's voice is in the room, but I can't see him.
