Abigail
The rain was back. It whipped hard against the windscreen of the car. There was a loud static ringing in my ear as I hung in the back seat, looking at the two shadowy figures in the front seats before me.
Except this time, the shadows were getting clearer. It felt like a fog was slowly clearing away in my head and I could see my father's smashed-in head. Blood and bones, spilled and broken, dripping down the car, tap, tap, tap.
A loud scream tore from my throat, my parent's dead bodies hung before me. Then the sound of footsteps approaching cut through my scream. A man dropped near the broken glass, staring at me. He reached through the window and wrapped his hands around my throat.
I woke up screaming, jumping upright on the bed, my heart slamming so hard I could hear it. My hands flew to my hammering chest, I could feel bile rising in my throat.
