My body shakes from anxiety, My trembling hands covering my mouth to stop the screams that I know will escape.
I feel like I'm on fire, My muscles ache in such a painful, excruciating way that I simply do not know how to explain. I don't understand, What is happening?
The last thing I remember seeing was him.
Him being Slade, My father.
My father who I killed
My father who I drove a knife through his body
My father...
I want to die
I want this to be over with
Oh dear lord, Please...
Make it stop.
The only eye that remains on my face, Darts around the room
This dark room...
I can't get a grip of reality, What is real and what isn't.
Am I hallucinating? Am I making this up in my head? No.
I know for a fact this is real, Not just because of the pain.
But because that chilling, emotionless voice echo's through the room.
"Hello, Rose.
