1941

You woke up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat. Your hands bunched up into fists at your side, gripping the sheets.

Fuck you thought. I really hope I didn't wakeup k-

Before you could even finish the thought, Karl, the man that had adopted you a year ago, burst through your bedroom door.

He looked at you on the bed. "What's the matter, love?" He asked. "I could hear you yelling from down the hall". His voice was filled with worry as he stood in the doorframe.