You can close your eyes to reality but not to memories- Stanislaw Jerzy Lec
Alexandria's pov
I awoke in a dark room; the smell of copper was strong. I pushed myself off the cold hard floor, forcing my aching bones to move. This is so familiar. I've been here before. My feet tapped on wooden floors, making no sound. There was no door or light. I felt my way out of the room, something at the end of my mind told me that I knew this place like the back of my hand. I trusted that voice and walked with confidence.
A single shin of light shone at the end of what I can now see as a hallway. I ran towards it. The door was slightly ajar, I could see a man covered head to toe in blood. And the lifeless body of a woman sprawled out by his feet.
He was whispering something to himself. My stom
