Twenty-Nine“Simeon!”
I snapped my head from side to side, blinking, intense white light invading my senses. Unable to focus properly, all I was aware of was the heavy pounding of my heart at the terrible shock I had just experienced.
“Simeon, are you all right? You were screaming.”
I sat up, staring into nothingness, grappling with the myriad emotions swirling around inside my head. “Where the hell am I?”
Her voice came to me from out of the distance, beyond the glare. “You were having a nightmare, Simeon. You're safe now.”
It had been a dream? All of it? A dreadful, realistic, horrible dream. My Dad. Why had I thought of him playing the trumpet? He had never played the trumpet, or any sort of musical instrument. They'd poisoned me again. Pumped me full of hallucinogenic drugs. Desper
