I think my heart skipped a beat. I know theirs will never beat again.
And once that first tear broke free, a thousand more followed. I sagged onto my knees as a noise halfway between a shout and a sob rose from my throat. They couldn't be gone. They could not be gone. But they were. I closed my eyes to escape my parent's death, but the image of them on the bed burned behind my eyes. I couldn't avoid this pain, this grief. It was an animal with claws, and I knew it would never let me go.
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Night and death
HorrorAnathalia Garcia woke up in a pool of her parent's blood. Now she must survive on her own, no one keeping her safe. "I'm glad I killed them," she said into the silence. Aunt Eleanor's knowing smile was the last thing I saw before the world went bla...
