The wind blew an early winter breeze. Over the past week, I’d grown used to her warmth. Without her nearby, I was chilled to the bone. The ground sucked the heat from my body, and I shivered.
My thoughts raced as I tried to fall asleep. Memories I’d buried long ago popped into my head. My sister’s screams filled my mind, and the memory of her being torn apart played in my mind over and over again. I could see the blood splatter across the wall, smell her fear, feel myself shaking like a scared child again. No matter how hard I pushed the memories away, they creeped in.
I could see her worried face as they came up to the house. Her voice rang through my thoughts, telling me to hide. That it would be okay. I remembered their faces as they laughed at her. Every wrinkle, every freckle, every
