The Drafted Reality and Dreams

CHAPTER 5

It's only been a few days since I saw that man. I don't really regret calling the police along with my parents, but at the same time I do. I wasted the time of the police officers, I was just scared. What else could I do? And what could my parents even do? Call the cops? Well, that's what I did. I'm starting to believe that police officers don't believe kids who say that they saw their parents being killed in front of their eyes. Adults in general don't really believe kids, including their own. But I guess it wasn't a big deal, the man with the melted skin I mean. Especially when he didn't do much but stared at me and only got closer to the house. But how did he cross the fence is my question, the house is mostly surrounded by tall wooden fencing. Never seen anyone trying to climb over a fence like that, I dont think its very possible for him to climb over it especially when he's technically a giant. The fence might as well break or just lose its grip on the ground and collapse.
I've been laying on my bed like those corpses in their coffin; wearing their formal clothes like a black suit with a black tie or a dress even. Never really went to a funeral before but I have seen them in movies and tv shows. But other than that I was laying there exactly like that. I have been staring at the ceiling with vein-like patterns. I have gotten text messages from some of my friends asking me why I haven't been online. I just never replied to them but I know that they know that I saw their text.
The room was quiet, the house was quiet. It's so quiet because it's five in the morning. First time staying up so late, no sleep the whole night. And now I only feel like Mary, feel uneasy, uncomfortable, unsafe. Whole lot of 'uns' but it's true, so very much true. But the only difference is that Mary is dealing with terrible nightmares with strange entities and I'm dealing with reality. Might be better if I wasn't dealing with reality but it's the truth, and sometimes you gotta face reality. Can't always hide from it and say that "Oh Im pixy and Im a fairy with the power of dust bunnies" *Girly voice inserted; impression from a male middle schooler*
I sighed, I stood up from my bed. Walking downstairs to get a cup of water *Cough cough* tap water. If I could actually reply or have the motivation to reply back to my bros and let them know that I ain't dead. I would and I might say that I aint playing fortnite or call of duty forever, why? Because I'm currently becoming my older sister, I might even get wrinkles in the process. Wish me luck.
Probably better off having a mental breakdown instead of talking to them. They mostly approached me and started talking to me later in the years of moving here. If they never talked to me then I probably become one of those emo kids who wish to see the devil. But would I prefer being alone though? Yes, yes I would. But what choice did I have though? I chose to hang out with them because I didn't want to feel lonely, But that was younger me, now I would rather be alone. Hanging out with them is like watching a video where a monkey is trying to push down a woman's shirt while she's trying to take a picture with this monkey. It was quite unexpected but monkeys are smart but these monkeys I hang out with aren't. Better to compare them to insects, flies to be more specific. Trying to get out but always hits the wall while right next to an open door or window.
I chug down the cup of tap water and refilled it. I went back to my room to go back to my world. The world where I lay there and think about life, trying to find the purpose and to pretty much overthink about most things in my life. A common thing to do but I got something to do at least, right? Peace and quiet is how I like my world to be, my friends? Yeah no, they rather jump off of a cliff and land on top of a big ole trampoline and be bounced out of earth and to outer space. Or at least that's what I think that they want to do.
But enough with my friends from school. Best to focus on that man; That man has skin that looks like it has been melted or burned almost like a candle not gonna lie. Reason for being right there being in the backyard? No idea, but he was in someone else's property though. I wonder if he lives there or he did something there. How would I know when I haven't gone out there or back in that living room since then. I don't know so I guess I will have to figure it out on my own.
I went downstairs, going outside from the backdoor. I was a couple of inches away from the tall fencing, the backyard wasn't big but had enough space for a couple of people to fit back here without feeling claustrophobic.
I could hear a lot of talking, vehicle doors opening and closing. Even heard some crying and wheels rolling on the road. What was going on? My curiosity didn't pull me down but made me want to look over the fence. I went to grab a stepping stool that would be tall enough. Put it close to the fence and went on top of it. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I see police officers, who appear to be parents and someone being taken to a vehicle while being covered.
Someone was hurt, and hurt badly not only that but has passed; killed. I could see bits of the person's feet so I'm guessing that this person isn't very young. I never really bothered with neighbors, especially not these ones. I know someone who lives here, they go to my school. Heard them talk about their family and that they have an older sister who is at least 15 years old. And of course I never thought much about it or thought it was anything important and besides talking about your family is what most people talk about. What else is there to talk about anyway?
I didn't see them but since it's the weekend I will have to say that they are at their grandmas. But now I understand what that man was doing and why he was there. Must have heard me and came by the fence. But he went over it at some point, I probably was gonna be his next target. Guess I'm lucky.
I don't think telling the police that I know who did it would help much especially when I don't have proof. So why bother? All I can do is be a person in the background and just watch it happen and wait for my time to end.
I shrugged, I got off the stool, putting it to the side. I went back inside and up to my room. And of course, they are still asleep. If they are asleep, I might as well take a nap and wake up so it will be noisy all over again. Why? Simply because I feel like I'm alone in the house like a few days ago. Considering me being alone is a new fear of mine.
I laid in bed, covered with my sheets. I mostly laid there wide awake but I got some shut eye after 20 minutes or so.