Chapter 89

It was written in red. I walked towards it and touched the edge of the period. It was dried and flaked. I felt sick. The words smelled like... they were written in blood. "Mom, Dad," I gasped and flung myself towards them. I reached my father first and shook his shoulders. "Dad get up!" I crawled onto the bed and reached over to my mother. They were both covered blood, their clothes torn and ripped. "Get up! You need to get up!" My vision blurred with tears. "Please get up," I begged. "Deanne," Ethan said pulling me off the bed and away from my parents. "Deanne, they're gone." "No!" I screamed and fought against him to get to them. "No, no, no, no, no!" They can't be gone. They can't! They just can't be gone! Suddenly all I could think about was the time I'd lost with them. I'd run away at sixteen. Eight years I never saw or spoke to them. All of that time to make up... All that time to make it up to them, to apologize for what I put them through. My chance ca