Inside

Let me go.

He was running.
That was all he knew.
Something was chasing him, in the shadows. He was carrying a girl. A girl with scars on her face and limbs. She wore rags. There was blood everywhere.
His arms grew weak. He dropped her. She fell in slow motion.
He wanted to help, but no. He had to get away. Away from the nightmare inside him.
He knelt by her face. She stopped breathing.
"No," he muttered. He ran his hands through her bloody hair. He began to cry, his body shaking.
She was gone.
And he was alone. Alone to face what had tormented him for all those years.

Theo sat bolt upright, shaking.
What had he done?
Blood was surrounded him, and his chest hurt like hell.

Luna was standing in front of him. She clasped her arms over her chest, in an effort to brace herself from any attack.