Rayne
I came to like waking up from a nightmare, only this one wasn’t over. I didn’t open my eyes—I snapped back into my body.
My first breath was sharp and jarring, like surfacing from water I’d been drowning in. My chest heaved, and my knees buckled. I fell against the doorway, barely catching myself.
The first thing I saw was chaos.
The living room was in complete disarray—shattered furniture, a broken bookshelf half-splintered against the wall, its contents flung everywhere. Books, glass, torn cushions, and shattered frames littered the floor like the aftermath of a war. The table was overturned, the TV cracked straight down the middle. The coffee table? Obliterated.
But none of that made my heart stop.
What did... was the blood.
There was blood on the walls. On the floor. Smea
