Maisie
There are instances when the mind shields us, completely erasing a memory it thinks we're not ready to process, only to bring it back when we least expected it.
In my instance, it was a dream.
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I was twelve.
I'd had a nightmare about black, hulking beasts surrounding me with violet blue, green, amber and ice blue gazes. Their maws parted and they were going to eat me alive.
"Dad!" I shrieked, running out of my shared bedroom with Lana. She didn't stir. She had always been a heavy sleeper.
There were muddy footprints sailing across to the kitchen. Surely, it had to be Dad. Mom always chided Dad because he never bothered to clean his shoes before coming inside.
I followed it. I wasn't sure what it was that made my footfalls quieter. But when I turned the corner into the kitchen, Dad was in a heated argument with someone.
