Origins of Blood (RE)

They dig their claws in and refuse to leave.

“I’m sorry,” I say again, this time with desperation, like it could change the past.

I see their eyes—the other ones. The ones that burned my world. Black silhouettes crowd my shoulders. The stench of rotten flesh chokes me. Their hands grip my body, their nails hot with fire, their laughter chewing into my spine.

I blink—

And I’m in that house again.

Our house.

The day it fell. The day they came. The day I lost her.

I can smell the burning. I can taste her last cry.

I reach for my shoulder—but it’s gone. My arm—my real one—is missing. Gone like it was that day.

The girl is gone too.

Vanished from the bed. From the floor. From my world.