The Girl Who Died Twice: A Reckoning

The scream died in my throat.

The phantom pain of my brutal past life, the one where I died in a desolate commune, still clung to me.

I shot up in my old teenage room, sunlight streaming in.

I was Sarah again, but with the scars of a lifetime of horror etched into my soul.

My adopted siblings, Ethan and Chloe, the architects of that horror, were downstairs.

My kind, oblivious parents were completely unaware of their true nature.

Then, Ethan's whiny voice cut through the morning, demanding a new gaming PC.

Chloe, ever the manipulator, chimed in, suggesting a "little run away" plan.