Haunted by a photographic memory, I couldn’t escape the worst night of my life.
The blood they shed.
The pain they endured.
The evil that still walked free.
It was all I saw. Those memories, my childhood—the images.
 

Silenced and scarred.
 

But nothing lasts forever.
Torment turned to blinding rage. Hate sought revenge, which pursued death. 
Then there was life.
The moon.
Rylee Anderson.

I had to choose...

 

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