Excerpt of Chapter Three

         The glimpses of her happy childhood and loving family memories became overlapped with the grotesque and bloody scenes forever etched within her very soul. Again and again, crying out, her past self begged for her parents to awaken. Her small heart breaking with the realization that their cold pale forms would never rise from their slumber. Even now in the present and through her sleep, she could feel the empty sorrow and painful realization left behind.
         Rosemarie’s fragile body jerked upwards, directly into strong arms that tenderly wrapped around her. She could feel herself shaking from the fear, the anger. Yet again she had witnessed the relentless nightmare that forever haunted her.