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.

I knew what came next: the rage, the accusations, the violence.

When my mom snatched my phone and saw the bank app- $487.00-her face contorted.

"Are you trying to ruin us? Again?!" she shrieked, calling me a "curse" and a "financial drain."

My sister-in-law appeared, her kindness replaced by dawning horror, quickly calling my dad and brother.

The same nightmare began to unfold.

How could a few hundred dollars, spent on things they asked for, trigger such overwhelming hate?

What hidden poison lay within that innocent financial number that turned my family into monsters?

I died wondering, and now I was living the horror again, completely baffled.

What was I missing?

I fled, screaming for help from our quiet Rust Belt town, desperate to expose their monstrous plan before history repeated itself.

But would anyone believe a terrified girl claiming her family wants to sell her to Old Man Hemlock?

And what if there was a deeper truth, a past my memory had erased, that explained their terrifying reaction?

My rebirth wasn't just a second chance, but a hunt for forgotten family secrets, a revelation that could either save me or condemn us all.