It All Started With Honey

I glance at the camera in front of me. Not quite sure if this is a dream or reality and hoping I will wake up from this nightmare at any moment. Hoping, praying this isn't real. But I know the feeling of blood soaking through my shirt was real. I know that it was real, all of it every single bit. I lay on the floor crying and wishing to turn back time. Knowing fully that I can't change the past.