One life. Two lives. Three lives. Four.
My hands are stained from the blood and the gore.
The screams and cries of agonizing pain.
If I lose them now, I'll never be the same.
It was my worst nightmare come to life, and I don't know how the hell I'm supposed to survive. I thought that night was the end of it. I thought we finally had our chance to pick up the pieces of...