It was a dark, cold surface. The feeling of cold marble rubbed against my cheek as I open my eyes to see a man stabbing my mother as my father laid there with his tongue cut out.
Mom! Dad! I try to stand up as I hear the blood splash everywhere and the murderer smiling proud of what he had done to my parents.
The killer noticed me, turning around as he gives me a ghoulish smirk, he stood crooked and bent smiling into me, smiling into my soul.
"You know it's your fault you should have listened." He got closer and whispered these words...
I.. it's my fault... I-
My eyes open as I see a bright light and white ceiling I do not remember.
"Huh? Where am I? What is this place?" I wake up from my sleep. Having no memory of what happened...
I felt the soft mattress and the smell of alcohol in the air. This is a hospital... what am I doing here...
What time is it?
