Nightmares. Fire again. I'm trapped, I can't move at all and it's getting closer and closer, hotter and hotter and I try to scream but smoke fills my lungs and I can't breathe. I can hear a voice calling to me. Sometimes it's Will, sometimes it's Austin. I don't know where this fear came from.
That's a lie. I know exactly where it came from. I was barely twelve years old when it happened. I'd already seen more than my fair share of horrific things.
It was three years ago. I know Nero is very dead, but I still see his face sometimes when I close my eyes.
