Teelia's Nightmare Prologue

The memory she had of her parents was her Father’s booming laugh and the clickety-clack of his typewriter keys.

The memory of her mother was her wire-rimmed glasses glinting in the sun of the warm spring day, as her crisp happy laugh echoed through the trees.

But wait…

The last thing she remembered was the evil shine of a thick needle running into her arm, and the people around her laughing as she screamed in pain.

And then, all went black.