Jagger POV
I open my eyes, and I'm confused at first until I realize where I am. My breathing speeds up and my heart races. I clamp my eyes shut and pray that I'm back in my room when I open them. I've lived through this moment so many times and I pray to wake up. A scream pierces the air, and I'm a twelve-year-old boy again. My body moves against my will. I open the door to my room and walk down a short hallway. The smell of stale air floats all around me. The scream is louder the second time and I wish I could turn back.
When I reach her door I push it open without knocking. I already know what I'm about to find. My mother, the only one that has ever loved me is digging her claws into her neck and chest. Her shirt is soaked in her blood. I rush to her and try with all my might to stop
