AGE 9:

I was running. Fire lighting my face as my home burns to a crisp. Tears burn my eyes. Momma's gone. Everything's gone.

My vision blurs, and I'm unable to breathe. My knees give out under me. Before I pass out a shadow emerges from the flames. Darkness.

Dreaming~

Nothing but darkness. Unnerving silence surrounding me.A small orange flame is flickering behind me. I want to get out of the darkness, but somehow what's behind me is so much more terrifying than what's ahead. And yet I suck it up and turn around, and what's in front of me can't be real. Flesh melting. Charring off my parents bodies. Suddenly, it wasn't so quiet anymore. A scream more animalistic than anything I've ever heard. So grief stricken. I just didn't understand that it was coming from my own mouth.