Alvin
The nightmares came again, taunting me to the core. Their cry’s, their pleadings and innocent blood calling out to me. I was there, furry clearly visible in my being.
My demon was out, not minding who was who, whether innocent or guilty.
Without the perfect investigation of who had killed my father, I was wiping them all out. Pain and agony, emotions I never knew was buried deep with was resurrected and I wasn’t listening to anyone. Now, it’s my turn to plead to them, wanting them to stop in their torture.
Again, I must have being screaming, making those horrible noise, hoping they’ll listen and stop again to continue another time but I forgot Jemima was in the house.
I perceived her from the door but it was faint. Who said fighting the innermost battle is easy.?
“Alvin..” She
