The next few nights I don't sleep not during the night at least. I awake one day my eyes felt weird I look to my hands all I see is blue. Once I look up from my hands I'm gone from my once safe home to a dark place. A place I don't recognise the place is dark and there's a bed I feel dizzy I look to my hands. I'm home. And everything is normal. Maybe it was a dream I couldn't tell.
I choose that later this night my mother is going to die I'm tired and want to leave this place. It's the next day my mother is dead I killed her I've never been happier. I go downstairs and turn on the news the headline reads "old convict found dead at city hall" I watch it goes on and on the we get to the murder mother is found dead on chandelier at city hall cause the blue blood murder. It keeps going, mother is found dead same way a son will daughter go next. I start to see blue again. I know I'm not dreaming I tried to push it away, but I look to my hands again even though I knew I shouldn't have. I look up again I'm now where my mother was found dead with news reporters everywhere I wake back up to my foster mother screaming at the paramedics. I can't stay here.
It late at night I'm going to burn this place to the ground with them in it. i sneak into their room. Gasoline everywhere. fire. Ignite. I run out and watch the place burn up in flames I here there screams I will always remember those screams. I watch as everyone comes to put out the fire. The fire truck, police, and cps. I get taken away
