"Jayden. Jayden."
Someone was calling me. It was the voice of a woman but it wasn't Peggy's.
"Son." She called.
I slowly opened my eyes and was surprised to see that I was in our old apartment.
Why am I here? This was the place that I wanted to forget. This is where everything started, where my nightmare began and where my pain came from.
I stood up and looked around. The place was still in a mess and the smell of blood still lingers into my nose. I wanted to barf when I saw the table where mom was raped and murdered.
"Jayden."
I knew it. It was my mother's voice.
"Mom? Where are you?" I called and looked around again.
"I'm here."
When I turned around, she was standing in the living room, smiling at me. Her long blonde hair was braided on her left shoulder like how she always styled her hair when I was a kid. Her silver eyes were sparkling like diamonds.
"Mom!' I rushed into her and hugged her tight.
