Two Feet- Twisted
I pushed the top of the coffin up. I'm alone. The room is cold, which is probably why I was cold in that weird dream. I climbed out and went over to the door, listening for any movement, but I couldn't really hear anything, even with the door slightly ajar. After a bath and a change of clothes, I decided to go downstairs. There's no one around, except for my dad. He's sitting at the dining room table smoking a cigarette and reading one of my mother's black leather-bound journals. The others must be downstairs with Raven and Cass.
"Good evening, Anastasia. How are you feeling?" he asked, putting the journal down. I sat down across from him.
"Better," I answered. He smiled. "I'm sorry I snapped. I wasn't expecting to find you here of all places,"
"It's all right, lov
