(From Blue's Perspective)
"Come back, my love. We are all waiting for you- me, our children. Come back to us, my love. You can do it."
'Do what? I want to kill. I want blood. Can you give me that?'
I was not sure if I said it out loud. It was physically impossible to talk with a forked tongue. All I heard was hissing.
The room was dark, but I could see everything. I saw a kid looking at me. He was very little. He was standing up in his crib, crying. Crying for someone to hold him.
I knew him. I saw him somewhere. Maybe I held him too. I could not remember the exact feeling. The memory was hazy too. Or, maybe there was no memory there. I was just imagining everything.
