The Daughter She Wanted

identity horror | stream of consciousness | toxic family | nightmares  A scream tears through my throat. Sweat drenches my sheets. The same nightmare as always. I sit in a car; she’s in the driver’s seat. She takes her eyes off the road for a second. One second. We are hit, we spin, we flip, we crash into an embankment. Snow falls through the broken window. Blood soaks my clothes—her blood, not …