Woke Up to Yesterday's Terror

The last thing I saw was Old Man Hemlock' s leering face before darkness consumed me.

I died, my leg broken, sold by my own family.

My father beat me, my brother tied me up, my mother screamed I was a curse.

All over a credit card statement for baby supplies.

I was just trying to help, saving them money with Black Friday deals.

Then, I woke up.

In my bed. My leg healed.

It was Friday, November 24th. Black Friday. The exact day it all went wrong.

My mother's voice drifted up: "Sarah? You up? Did you get those orders placed? For Jessica' s baby things?"

I was back.