Trapped
Rex.
I see blood everywhere.
Blood on the walls, blood on the floors. The kind of blood that only means one thing--death. Walking around the dark halls, I go in search of someone, anyone to get me out of this mess that I am in. I look around but the more I look, the more blood I see. My hands, the clothes on my body, everything is messed up and I can't get out of here.
This place that is covered in blood.
Nightmares.
I have never been someone that had nightmares. I lost my parents at a very young age. I saw them, bloody and hurt. I was just a kid—it scarred me but I never liked to think about it. I never liked to remember all the pain I felt when they died.