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...