[Brielle’s POV]
Blood. There’s so much blood. It stains everything around me, from the floor beneath my feet to my own body.
Heart hammering in my chest, I begin to look around, my eyes scanning the familiar walls and furniture of my childhood home.
Swallowing, I head for the stairs even though I know what awaits me upstairs, but despite knowing that, I can’t stop myself. My body moves on its own, as it always did when I had this nightmare.
“Mom, dad,” I whisper, starting to slowly take the stairs. “Are you here?”
Of course, they were here. They were always here, and they were always just as I found them four years prior.
When I reach the top of the stairs, the scent of blood reaches me and threatens to make me gag, but I continue to move until I reach their room.
Reaching out a sha
