Callahan
It's a dream. I know it. There's a texture to it. An echo in the sound. I know it and it still doesn't make a difference.
This f*****g nightmare, this chapter of my life, will always own me.
Except that this time, something's different. But I can't figure out what it is. The marble is cold beneath me as I watch the blood circle widen.
Deep red on pristine white.
They're already here. My brothers. My father. I can hear them, but I can't open my eyes to see.
I hear her too. My mother.
I drag my eyelids open. The first thing I see is my own reflection in the mirror of blood. My face white as the marble should be. I should have died. Why didn't I die?
They're on their knees. Michael's already dead. His eyes are open but he's already dead.
That echo comes again and then I hear
