And it all came crashing down on me. All the memories flooded my brain, the blood, the tears, the gunshots, my mother and my father both laid dead. His eyes were open, my father was teary looking at mom's direction.

His voice was distant. My vision was dark, all I could see was blood, and the smell was the worst. The metallic smell from the blood, and the sour, acid, smoky like fireworks smell of the gunshot residue.

"Addie, baby wake up. You had a nightmare." I could feel him rocking my body ...