When the Dream Ends, Old Wounds Remain

At my engagement party, I had an episode and killed my own parents with my bare hands.

Mom and Dad collapsed in a pool of blood and died on the spot.

The moment I regained consciousness, I was taken to the police station to turn myself in.

I spent three years in prison, consumed by guilt and regret.

After I got out, my fiancée didn't hold my past against me and insisted on giving me a wedding.

After taking my medication, my mind grew hazy, but I heard her talking to the doctor.