Chapter 5: Mr. Body, plz show some respect
Brian felt he had experienced a dream.
Scene by scene, memories he wanted to forget replayed in his mind like a movie: flames at Children's House, the wide, unblinking eyes of several foster parents in various accidents, and those fractured, torn bodies on the dissection tables...
These deliberately forgotten images once again emerged in his heart, assaulting Brian's psyche just like the hallucinations that had frequented him in the past.
He had no idea how much time had passed.
Brian opened his eyes in bewilderment.
A Blood Moon slowly dissipated from the depths of his pupils.
Brian touched his stiff, craned neck with some discomfort, and wondered, "I just had a dream, the same hallucinations that often plague me... and my neck is so sore..."
After he moved his neck around for a while, he took out his phone to check the time and was shocked to discover that it was already past midnight.
But Brian distinctly remembered it was only a little after eleven when he last checked!
No wonder his neck felt so terribly sore.
But how could an hour have slipped by so suddenly?