Raelynn.
I have no idea where I am. My surroundings are dark and blurry, the sound of the falling rain causing my heart to race.
I hate the rain. It takes me back to that night.
My body feels sticky for some reason. It's probably the rain. But as I bring my blurred palms to my face, a scream echoes in the silence.
Blood. I…I am covered in blood.
My breathing becomes more labored, like a hand is wrapped around my throat, refusing to spare me a second of air. I don't feel pain anywhere. Whose blood is this?
"Sarah," a voice calls out in the silence. My heart jumps as my blood-covered hands begin to tremble, the hairs on my neck standing.
That voice…
I know that voice. Even after all these years, after all the therapy, no matter how much I've tried to forget, I've never been able to.
