"Avenge me Bee."
That's the last word I remember Moe said in my dreams. It didn't matter if it has already been two years. Seeing him die in front of me in his dying breath played in a loop is the worse torture. Enough to reopen not just the scars but deep wounds that I thought already close up. I was drench so I decided to take a cold shower in order to wake my system.
As the water flow through my skin certain fragments of memories from that day came rushing in. I remember the medic holding a metal clip board as he wrote down notes. Moe was transported into a cadaver bag and he even talked about other details to his colleague. I can't make of their topic but my body reacted repulsively. I was goung to dig deeper on my thoughts but my alarm clock already went off at five in the morning
