Sewing Scissors

MJ

I screamed, and struggled to tear my blanket off. I was shaking, but I was alive. Even though I knew it was stupid, I lifted my hand up to my face and felt where it had stabbed me. Nothing was there. I walked slowly in to the bathroom, and started to wash my face.

I started having the dream the day it happened. The day my older brother, Mason, was found dead in his room. He had killed himself, cut up his arm with sewing scissors. My phycologist had said that is where the dream had come from, where my deep fear of scissors in general had come from. I could barely remember that day, let alone his funeral. It was all a blur. But it was better that way. At least, that's what everyone told me. That's what it told me.

I finished scrubbing my face and used a towel to dry it. I looked up in the mirror, then saw it. Watching me. I jumped back, arms flailing and started shouting. It was gone now, but my tantrum wasn't. I started shaking madly, and I slipped out of the room, knocking things off the stands they were placed so neatly on moments earlier. I ran in to the kitchen, to find someone eating out of my fridge. I screamed, and picked up the nearest sharp thing. A butter knife.

"Turn around slowly" I whispered menacingly. It turned, and grinned the dumbest grin I had ever seen.

"Wassup man?"

"MJ, how the hell did you get in my house?" I put down the butter knife and whacked him on the head with the back of my hand.

"Remember that key that disappeared off your ring a few days back? It magically ended up in the second pocket of my sports backpack, which I happen to keep in the back of my truck. How it ended up there, I have no clue," He shrugged his shoulders, and continued stuffing his mouth with the food out of my fridge.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed a piece of turkey from Christmas dinner. My parents were away on a business trip, so I was on my own. Okay, not really, but it was a lot like being alone. My grandma was here to watch me, which meant the only thing I couldn't do was interrupt her sleeping from 5 at night until four in the afternoon. We were in the middle of Christmas break, and I was spending most of it outside on the basketball court. Even at -12 degree weather. Yes. I understand I am insane. But so is MJ.