I laid in bed staring at the ceiling in my cousin Tracy’s old room, it was late and everyone, but Jamie had gone back to my old house for the night. It was so weird that they had actually moved into my old house and even though I would never admit it, a part of me was happy they kept it. They wanted me to come but I couldn’t, especially that night considering it was the true anniversary of my parents murder. I’m not sure what time they died, but if those visions I saw were true, it had to be around 1 or 2 and I was there when it happened. But why didn’t they come after me? I thought to myself as my face turned towards the clock on my cousin's nightstand that flashed 1:45.
A warm tear rolled down the side of my face as I thought about my parents. Earlier that day, my parents and I were h
