Chapter 38: Was it a dream?

Salem

I saw my father, the only family I had alive, hanging from the vine of a tree that was tightly wrapped around his neck, naked and lifeless. I was in such shock that I didn't know if what I saw was true or if my eyes were deceiving me.

"Rain, rain," I heard Madison's voice.

My eyes opened, and I found myself in bed in my room. I looked around, confused.

"It was a dream," I said softly, relieved it was, but not for Madison to hear.

I assumed I had lost my father, but I was just having a horrible daydream. A hand rested on the side of my head, trying to recall how I'd gotten in bed. I remembered lastly, trying to solace Madison after she chased my father away, discovering his lies to her.

I heard Madison begin to cry, and I looked at her frighteningly now, knowing what I thought to be a dream—a disheartening daydream—wasn't. What I saw did happen. I did see my father's dead body.

I knew it was him because of his scent and his eyes, which were no longer filled with sadness and pain b