Hope Pov
Before I opened my eyes, my nose detected a similar scent.
The old rug and the rusted window; the decayed smell of wooden walls.
I didn't want to open my eyes,
"Let it be a bad dream," I whisper in my closed eyes.
With a heavy breath, I opened my eyes.
The first thing I saw was the old rusty fan tried to move hard above my head, ready to fall anytime on my head.
I didn't need to look around to sense where I was.
With a sobbing voice, my cheeks filled with warm water again.
I was back in my hell, with scratches on my hands and my ripped dress. I knew it was not a dream what happened back in time.
Gathered my courage to stand with a heavy heart, I walked towards my grandma's room.
She was sleeping; I stood there.
Her caretaker looked at me and purred,
"I am sorry, dear,
