Six months ago I lost my sister. Six months ago the nightmares began. His voice is a haunting reminder echoing in my head. I have your sisters soul. It's a never-ending struggle, teetering on the edge of sanity. Is it from the overwhelming grief, or is the reaper in my dreams real? Just when I feel like I'm losing hope, my life takes an unexpected turn and I'm faced with the reality of who I am.