January 28, 2011
Someone was screaming, but everything was black. It was cold. So cold. And then, she opened her eyes. She was in a bedroom that had been furnished with modern furniture. The floors were made of a dark mahogany wood, the walls painted in a soft gold, while paintings of famous places embraced the walls. It was like a dream. A beautiful dream. And at first, somewhere outside of the bedroom doorway she could even hear music, until she realized the music was not music at all, but instead the screams of a woman.