SIR

In Your Dreams

I'm having a hard time sleeping after that time in the kitchen. And I'm kinda hungry.

Ashley's sleeping on the bottom bunk, snoring away.

I wish she wasn't like this..

I wish I wasn't like this..

Lightning shatters the air outside. People always say that storms calm them. But not for me. If anything, they just make me angrier.

I climb down the ladder and stare at my little sister.

I think to myself how did we come from the same parents before walking out of my room.

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I open the refrigerator door.

Only an apple.

Might have to go for an errand tomorrow.

I take the apple and go to get the remote for the TV, but it's.. already on?

Should I tell Dad about this?

No, last time I did, he slapped me in the face.

I sit down on the couch and change the channel to Courage.

This show always calms me down..

Just the surreal imagery, the animation, the--

....Static?

I jump a little at the sight of static with white noise.

Shit.

I'm about to get up to pat the TV when I see a man.

A figure of a man.

The same man I saw in the forest.

That same man I saw in the forest.

I try to get up from the couch, but it's like someone or something's pulling me down.

I try to scream but all that comes out is a weak cry of an animal.

The figure crawls out of the TV.

It has a bloody knife in it's hand.

The only thing I can do is cry.

And that's the thing I do.

My vision is becoming blurry as the figure inches closer.

I wake up.

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I can't help but whisper to myself "Son of a bitch."

I had a shitty nightmare..