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ʚ𝐘/𝐍'𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐕ɞ
I remember being tucked into bed that night, a kiss on the head by my father and a stroke of my hair by my mother, both finishing with a quiet goodnight as they left my room. I don't remember my dream, but I was asleep. Sound asleep.
Just like I am right now.
Well, just like I was.
I woke up to the sound of a loud bang, followed by another bang and then a heavy thud.
"Mom?"
No response.
"Dad? I-I heard a noise."
No response.
"Dad, I-I'm scared, where are you?"
No response.
I wander further out of my room, through the corridors, following where I heard the sound.
There's no more noise, only the soft patter of my feet against the floorboards. I make it into the living room.
Mom and Dad are lying down.
They must've fallen asleep.
"Mom, wake up," I whisper, treading closer to their still bodies.
"Mom," I giggle, "you need to wake up."
I'm still walking closer.
They're still not moving.
"D-dad?"
No response. I'm getting worried now.
My body recoils when I step in something
wet on the floor. I lift my foot to see it covered in red. I drop to my knees by their bodies, shaking them, begging them to wake up.
No response.
I start to cry.
Mom always holds me when I cry, but not this time. I grab the landline off the table, frantically typing in the number I was told to always remember in case of emergencies.
They respond.
I talk through my tears.
"Wake up Mom, Dad, you need to wake up!"
"Wake up!"
"Wake up!"
"Wake up, Y/n. You need to wake up.
It's not my voice anymore.
It's not my arms clutching their bodies.
Someone is holding me.
Someone is saying my name.
"Wake up Y/n."
As my eyes fly open they're greeted by another, another pair of eyes staring into mine, full of concern, full of worry. But I don't register the words coming from my saviours lips. My body is shaking, my heartbeat is rapid, my head hurts. I can feel the dried tears against my cheek, the sweat against my skin.
