The Dream

Part 1

7:15 flashed on the alarm clock next to Michael's bed. He opened his eyes wide to read the digital numbers. "God, why so early?" he thought. Lifting the thick covers of his bed, he rubbed his eyes and looked around searching for his phone. Streams of light filtered through the metal blinds over his window, filtering the light into stripes on the floor.
He found it, laying on top of his nightstand, unplugged and completely dead. "Damn it." He said, rolling his eyes and plugging it in. He put on an oversized grey sweater that was sitting on top of the dresser and made for the door.
The house was dark, especially for a Saturday. Typically it would be alive with the racket of a TV and some sort of argument between his parents.
He ducked into the bathroom to grab his glasses, then continued down too his sister's room. A dead phone was no good for checking Twitter, something that he did almost compulsively. Luckily Eve always had her iPad sitting on her desk. Plus, she had track practice on Saturdays, which granted him access to everything she owned for the day. Michael gently tapped on the door, just to be sure nobody was inside. "Eve?" With no response, he entered.
Eve's room, unlike his own, was always immaculate. Everything in its place, bed made, textbooks stacked neatly on the desk. This was one of the things that made them so different. So Michael was a little surprised when he stepped inside and found it cluttered and disorganized with clothes strewn carelessly across the floor. He thought nothing of it though, and continued inside to began searching. Digging though the large heaps of clothes, he made an even bigger mess than before. He tossed aside dozens of shirts, pants and skirts but there was still nothing.
"Damn it." he said again, frustrated after having looked through almost everything with no luck.  Defeated, Michael went to the bed and sat down. He felt something lumpy under the covers and went to look underneath. Removing the covers revealed a sight so horrifying, Michael almost lost his balance and stumbled back to the wall, eyes glued to the bed all the while. Underneath was the blood-soaked, bludgeoned body of his twin sister.
The world stood still, Michael's heart beat quickly. He lay in a pile of garments on the floor trying to avoid the sight he had just come upon. His spunky, athletic twin sister lay in a pool of dried blood on her bed. He thought about calling for help, but immediately decided that it was hopeless. She had clearly been dead for some time. His mind spiraled out of control. Memories he'd forgotten completely raced through his head. An intense headache began to throb in his temples and his stomach sank. He lay, crippled with a dreadful combination of fear, sadness and remorse on the floor until he could no longer put together a coherent thought. The room went dark and Michael slipped slowly unconscious.