They key they'd given me still fit the lock, but the house no longer felt like home... It hadn't in a long time. Memories of a past life flickered behind my eyes. Pain. Tears. Jealousy. Violence. As I opened the creaking door my throat closed up. The smell of burning bacon. The bandages around my arms erupted in pain and I itched maniacally. Red seeped through the bandages, and my vision began to fade.