157. The Things She Didn’t See 1

ZENA.

There’s only one means for comfort in my messed up life and I clutched it tightly to my chest as I laid on my bed.

My eyes were tightly shut. I see nothing but darkness everyday of my life but closing my eyes like that helps feel like I’m just like everyone else. Like I was normal.

With my mother’s picture held tightly to my chest, I tried to search for the good memories amidst the dark one that keeps rearing its ugly head like a venomous snake. I tried so hard to keep it from rising to the surface but no matter how hard I tried, it wouldn’t budge.

It’s been that way since Rex said those words to me.

I’ve only ever had a single memory of my parents' death. Even in my dreams, it was always the same. I’ve had the same dream over and over again for me to know I didn’t see wrong. It was always the same. The blood soaking the lush white rug of my father’s room. My father’s eyes wide open and lifeless. My mother beside him, her neck twisted to the other side.

And Rex standing ove