Camila

Almost a year later

The piercing whine of alarms ripped me from my sleep. Opening my eyes wide to the darkness of my bedroom, I scanned the corners as my pulse thumped in my veins. Strobing lights flashed beneath the bottom edge of my door, giving my bedroom the eerie feeling of a Halloween haunted house. Yet within, nothing seemed out of place.

My mind scrambled for answers.

Alarms meant intruders.

While other children were told stories of ...