There is blood everywhere. I can't breathe. The room is closing in on me. The blood is seeping closer and closer to me. I can't make any noise come from my throat. It's too dry. I can't move or cry to try and wake them up. I am a frozen statue. There is an opening. I crawl to the door and open it. The sun hurts my eyes. I walk around, and people stare. I walk to the police precinct, but I am unable to speak. I cannot tell them what he's done to us, to my family. We are broken.