Chapter 10

Boston Mass. !997

Abigail was back in the room, the room where she was raped. But all she could see were the shadows of the desks. The room was completely empty. She stood in the middle of the room looking around, it was unreal, nothing had changed. When she looked over at the teacher's desk the memory of what happened to her came back in flashes. She was so drunk that night, it was her first time drinking and Azria had failed to warn her.

She could see it clearly, as if she was watching it. This time instead of focusing on the terrible thing Mr. Anderson had done to her, she noticed that his eyes were cobalt, deep like the sea. They were the same color as Azria's. The exact same,the same storm brewing, the same lighting. Everything was the same, it was actually terrifying.

As the scene played out in front of her, she realized she was stuck in yet another nightmare. Only instead of reliving the event she was looking at it through a microscope. She also noticed that Mr. Anderson resem