I keep on waking up thinking that I'm back at home. That in any second, Mom will call me down to breakfast or yell at me that "this is the fifth time I've yelled at you to get up."
...But it's not home. Home's not filled with murderers, evidence of their crimes dripping from their hands- no matter where you go, they might be walking next to you.
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