Start again (a spencer reid fanfic)

Five: Trace

KATRIN'S P.O.V

"I still get nightmares. In fact, I get them so often I should be used to them by now. I'm not. No one ever really gets used to nightmares" ~ Mark Z. Danielewski

**DREAM**

"Katrin!" My little sister Ruth screams my name as a man dressed in entirely black drags her by her ash blond hair out the door
"Ruth" I tug against the restraints that hold me against a thick cold metal pole.
"Help!" I can still hear her screaming as he does god knows what to her. What is he doing? Is he cutting her? Raping her? I don't even know. That's so horrible.
"Let her go!" I sob "please!".
Ruth is thirteen, I'm 23. Ten year difference yet it's always felt like a mere ten minutes.
"Mom?!" I scream "Mom!?" Where the hell is she? He dragged her away two days ago and refused to tell us what he'd done. I know, of course I know, what this is all about. That only makes it ten times worse.
"Please don't do this" Ruth's voice, high pitched the way it is when she cries, sounds scarily close now.
BANG!

"Mommy!?" I hang my head and attempt to breathe as I cry myself unconscious, noting every tiny detail. The way the shed smells of decay, the way my bare feet tingle when my warm tears splosh on them, the way the rope cuts into my skin.
But most destinctly of all I notice the way blood drops from my nose onto the floor, already starting to soak into the decaying wood as it mingles with the trickle of red coming from under the door....