Darkness,that’s all I can see.“Hello, is anyone there?!” I scream. With a shock I realize my voice sounds as if I have aged

            backwards.

I look at myself to see myself as a child. I turn around and begin to run, I know what this is. I trip and begin to cry “Please

no don’t make me relive this again! Please stop!” I’m sobbing now. Suddenly I see a house, I pick myself up and head for

the house. I rush inside maybe I can stop it this time. I rush up the stairs towards the bedroom in the back. I fling the door

open. I’m too late. “Mom!!! Dad!!! No!” My mom and dad were dead, I still couldn’t save them. Their throats had been

slashed. Their limbs were all over their room and their eyes had been gouged out. They had been repeatedly stabbed and

were bleeding furiously. I fall to the floor, I still couldn’t save them. I’m forgetting something. I’m sobbing too hard to

realize there is someone standing behind me holding a knife. I wake up just as the knife goes through my shoulder.

I bolt upright and off the couch. Why the hell did I remember that?! My shoulder is in pain. I move the fabric over a little

and look at my scar. It’s been fifteen years and my shoulder still hurts. It will be sixteen years soon in a couple weeks.

Fifteen years ago I came home to my parents being murdered.When I walked into my parents room I didn’t realize the

murder was still there.By the time I had realized he was there it was too late and I had been stabbed in the shoulder with

the same knife that had been used to kill my parents. I lay back down and try to go back to sleep but I can’t so I just lay

there and stare at the ceiling until morning.