It was like awakening from a long dream. I found myself curled on the floor, shaking, with my hands around my neck as though I was really there. I was shaking, in fear mostly, and I couldn't speak. I looked around the room for something I could recognize before the dormant feeling of the cold could flow over me. All I could sense was that I was alone. I did not realize where I was, nor knew how I got there. I didn't even remember who I was. My main priority was to regain full conscienceness; bringing myslef back to reality. But what was real. Had I truly felt the agony of that day? Was I truly among those slaughtered, one by one. I pulled my hands frommy neck and stod, stumbling, and faling again. I must have repeated this numerous times before I was capable of standing straight. Thoughts clouded my mind. Thoughts about the bodies; the fires; the smoke. I thought of the family that I saw keft behind, as though they were my own. The thought that left my mind astray, however, was mostly how I felt the pain. I could remember what each person wore; what they said. I knew every face I saw. The ones I love. I thought of this. Never before had anything been as this. No pain, no emotion, no life. I wondered if it might have been sign from the great beyond. A sign that was attempting to teach me how my life was wrong and where I would be going if I did not fix what I had ruined. At this time, I found my way to the door t the room which I had laid...

Nothing... Outside the door was nothing... No light. A quivering fear crept upon me. It was as though I was looking into another dimension. I looked back behind me at the rom and I found that nothing but where I had awoke from was visible. My stomache churned... Dizziness, lack of sight, and constant sounds, like screams, filled me, and all was dark...

What brought this to be? Was it actually real? It all began that day...