Shimmering In The Dark

My name is Anna Marchetti.

Or at least…

That's what I would like to say.

This nightmare of life has never treated me right… not even once… even the only people I thought I could trust, ended up stabbing me in the back.

It first started when I was little… I still remember vividly what I saw, heard, and felt that day…

A little girl was hiding behind a door.

Just a single ray of light illuminated her face unevenly, cutting right through her left eye.

She looked at the dining room through the little fissure that was created by the slightly agape wooden door.

There, a middle-aged woman and a man about the same age were hugging each other.

The woman was sobbing as her fingers sunk deep into the man's wool sweater.

She held him tight between her arms, and he did the same.

It took a bit more than a few seconds for the woman to calm down and for the man to ask…

"Another nightmare?"