He couldn’t sleep. Sam lay restless on the small bed of the apartment not managing to get a wink of sleep. Usually it was the ghosts of his victims that haunted him but this time, it was something completely different. He kept replaying the events of the previous day in his mind over and over again, as if hopefully if he played it enough times it will finally calm his nerves and let him sleep. He kept staring at the ceiling with his eyes red and wide open being unable to close them because if he did, then the horrendous screams would keep him from enjoying a peaceful sleep. The death of his parents had been haunting him for the longest time but Sam thought that he had gotten a handle on it but it seems that he was surely mistaken. Ever since he closed his eyes on that Friday night, trying to get some sleep the horrible accident had come to him like rushing waters, opening closed wounds in the process.