Callahan
I'm back again. On the cold marble floor lying in a pool of my own blood. Men are yelling, my brothers sobbing. My sister, I didn't even see her. They killed her in her room.
My mom...she's begging, pleading for the lives of her children. She's not even asking to be spared herself. But he doesn't care.
He's laughing. I hear that too. And I open my eyes just enough to see him lying on top of her. To hear him breathe heavy while she lays still whimpering. He has the knife at her throat and this time when he says the words, he looks at me.
Is that how it happened? Or is it my imagination perverting the memory.
His mouth moves and his grin makes him look like a mad man. I hear the whisper, but not the words.
Never the words.
I know this dream. This nightmare.
But then it shift
