ROBERTO

"Mom?" I stood up from my tiny little bed using both of my hands to clean my eyes. "Mom?" I called out again.

No response.

I quickly dashed out of my room heading towards her room but I stopped in my tracks when I heard noise.

The same nightmare over and over again, just like the other times but this time it was different, I stared at the horrible scene in front of me, my father was slowly dragging daggers along my mother's body torturing her and making her death a slow and painful one.

I was just a kid, I stood up above watching what was going on,...