Which is the true nightmare, the horrific dream that you have in your sleep or the dissatisfied reality that awaits you when you awake?- Justin Alcala
Alexandria's pov
“Happy birthday!!” I heard a group of familiar voices scream. I recognized them to be my family. My mother included, which is strange, she’s deceased.
Forcing my eyes open, I stared at the dark gloomy area of my old bedroom. A poster on Harley Quinn was on the wall. The thick smell of copper hit me and I gripped the torn bedsheet tight, that scent always creeped me out. I haven’t a single clue what causes it. It’s not the metallic smell of blood, but no, thick copper. With a hint of rust. I’m losing my mind being back here.
“Who were they saying happy birthday too?” I asked no one in particular, staring into the dark v
