Swirls of black and grey clouds wrap around my body like a blanket and suck me down through a half-lit tunnel. Ever so slowly, it pulls me further and further, torturing me with the images of my past and the deaths of my loved ones.
I close my eyes, hoping and pleading that the false images of Daddy will soon pass. He reaches out to grab me, but as he does, darkness prickles along with the hairs of my skin like acid.
"You aren't my Daddy! Get the f**k away from me!" I scream. The false facade fades away, laughing hysterically in my face.
Through the tunnel, my body continues to twist and turn with the eerie sounds of taunting laughter and cries for help by people in the distance. Another image appears in front of me of Ethan. He is on his knees, desperately pleading for me to come bac
