I feel myself falling.
Spinning into a world of confusion.
Another dimension.
This one is full of empty dreams, heartbreak, and depression.
How can this be?
One day, I'm on a stage, singing, and having the time of my life with my dad and brother in Malibu. I was happy with everything.
And then, I guess, I woke up.
The sky is darker, the happiness has disappeared. Instead of Malibu, I'm sitting in Tennessee. Living in an old antique house.
I'm eleven years old again. I'm not as optimistic. My thoughts are filled with blood, death, and horrible things.
Things I can't get rid of.
How did this happen?
When did this happen?
Why did this happen?
I can feel all the past memories slipping. It's as if I'm trying to keep a thousand flies from escaping a room full of open windows. I can't seem to close the windows fast enough.
Where am I?
Wait…Who am I?