As always, the moment I began to fully drift into the deepest part of my sleep, the distant sounds of that same little girl begin to spiral through my ears. At first, it was darkness that I saw, but the louder her voice became, the woodland I had been forced to call home for so many years appeared. The little girl, dressed in a white and pink cardigan, two little plaits in her hair with pink ribbons, looked from side to side of the dark wood with tears rolling down her cheeks. “Mummy, daddy… where are you?” Her tiny voice filled with her terrified whimpers echoes through the wood, but what met her tiny voice, was the deepest silence. “Ethan… I’m lost, help me!” She cries out once again, that same name I’d only heard once before leaving her lips, but still, she was met with silence as the darkness rushes back in allowing her voice to morph in and out. With a sudden deep breath and my body rising to be in a sitting position, I awoke from that same flashback filled dream, my body sh
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