Chapter Eight - Zion

"Daddy! Daddy!" Ayla screamed. She jumped off the sofa, running after my father who was staggering up the stairs

"Ayla, come back, he is drunk as usual" my 11-year-old hissed, glaring hard at my fingers. However, a sharp scream and a sudden thud pierced my ears and I jumped up in fright.

"Ayla!" I screamed

I sit upright on my bed, drenched in sweat with my heart pounding hard against my rib cage. My hands fisting my bedsheet as I struggle to breathe, blinding tears brim my eyes

You would think I would have gotten over my younger sister's death at the age of 25 but here I am, struggling to calm myself. I've been having this reoccurring dream for the past fourteen years now and the pain still feels raw. It feels like it's happening again and again in my head without a stop. It keeps taunting me every night like I'm being punished.

My eyes caught the time on the wall clock. Wow! I slept for thirteen hours straight

Still shaken, I pull the duvet off my body and turn around to get off the b