Something is wrong.
I don't know what. I don't know how, but something is very wrong.
I watched my parents die. A mere weeks ago, I was forced to sit in a cold steel chair and watch my parents die. Dad begged for whoever had locked them inside to at least let mom live. He said they wouldn't go near Charlotte ever again. He said our entire family would even flee to a remote island no one has ever heard of if they could just live.
They coughed. They ran.They threw chairs and old, ancient antiques against the windows but nothing helped. They couldn't escape the fire.
I've had nightmares of that scene. Every time the images invade my thoughts, I can feel the warmth of the flames licking at my skin as if I were actually there. Speaking to anyone - anyone who hasn't made it clear that they a
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