My eyes snapped open to the nightmare I used to know so well. The smell of old blood and wet stone flooded my senses.
Not another nightmare, please no!
I looked around and saw that I was lying in a puddle of dirty water on the cold, hard stone floor.
Something's not right though. The way I'm feeling was different. I didn’t recognize this memory, as if it didn’t happen.
I soaked in my feelings of the memory and realized I was numb.
I had a feeling of defeat but I was aware of my surroundings but I couldn’t control anything. It's like I was a back seat passenger in my own body.
A loud and eerie sound of a door opening and footsteps approaching me, broke me from my thoughts.
I knew the sounds of those footsteps so well.
It was Jefferey.
The sound of his footsteps stopped as
