Fang was still in a deep sleep, reliving that day in a horrid nightmare. It would replay itself in his head over and over:

He stood on the other side of the street, calling out for his mother and father to come quicker since he wanted to show them the stray cat that seemed to love him. Then, screeching tires, loud screams...then blood. now fifty feet, hos mutilated bodies of his mother and father laid there...bleeding..dead. He was held back by multiple people, trying not to make him run over to his parents, yelling, "Mom! Dad!" Over and over again.

His eyes' shot open as he sat up. He was in a cold sweat, "D-damn i-it" He put his hands on his head, the cup was laying on the ground