I jolted up. Looking around, I saw the worried faces of my father, mother, Scott and Derek. Putting a hand to my head, it sounded like a drum line banging around. It took a moment but I realized I was at my parents’ house, on their couch in the living room. I was trying to collect my thoughts. There was so much going on, jumbled emotions and I leaned over the edge of the couch. They were all watching me and I sighed. I was naked, covered in one of the quilts my mother had made. Looking down at my hands, I saw they were covered in red. Whose blood was this? I looked up at them, my hands starting to shake. “What…what is going on…” Scott looked away and turned, leaving the room. Derek also looked away. What the hell had happened? These two were with me when I tortured and killed countless people. They knew the type of person I was, and watching them turn from me made me even more worried. “What happened?” I let the edge in my voice leak through my question.
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