15- Salvatore’s POV
Flashback
I was sat on the window seat of my room looking out at our garden, it was 2am and I couldn’t sleep. The world outside was still and quiet, the night always had a different feel to the day. Our playground swings were swinging alone in the wind, a gently creaking noise followed them as they repeated their movements.
If I had been any other child I would be afraid of the noise, maybe I’d run into my parents room and tell them of the dark shadows that stretched across the back wall of my room from the tall oak tree that stood outside. But that would be weak of me. No weakness is to be shown.
Interrupting my thoughts my twin brother Donovan burst into our bedroom. He was covered in mud and soaked from the gentle rain that pattered on the windows outside.
