The Awakening.

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I woke up breathless and confused, I looked all around me it was dark and raining outside, the tree branch banging against the wet window aggressively.

I had no idea where I was, was I in Heaven, Hell? No and No.

I was in my room back home, my real home. I was confused, I was home and I could see?

I heard a bang downstairs, I built up enough courage to go and investigate.
I walked bare foot down the cold hard wood staircase.

I walked into the kitchen as my heart fell to the bottom of my chest.

I saw my mother laying on the kitchen floor covered in blood.
"NO NO NO!!!! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!" I yelled as I turned around to the sight of my father holding a knife up behind me.

THE END.

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