No...

Reincarnation

  I was alive?! But how?!

I could see the blue wall, filled with posters, but it wasn't my room...

My memory, was distortionated, I have some memories, but they weren't mine, they where from my dad.

My blankets were filled with blood, my body was naked, and it hurt, it really did. I got up from bed and immediately fell to the floor. I felt weak, my legs, they were filled with scratches, I couldn't get up, it was horrible. I looked up to see if I could balance myself with something, I grabbed the blanket that was in my bed and got up.

I opened the door and headed to the bathroom, oddly, I knew this house, I had already been here. I looked at the mirror, but what I saw was horrible. I was my dad! That monster, that murderer! I was him!

I felt sick, I was remembering things, these pictures in my mind, My grandpa hitting me, stabbing me, licking me, it fell oddly real, I could feel the pain in my heart... So this is why, this is why he was like that, but..... That doesn't justify he killing me and my mother.

I just have to keep discovering more...