Living Nightmare

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

It was near midnight when the door opened with a bang. I jumped out of my bed and peeked through my door. Both Paul and May were dead asleep.

I heard the sound of loud footsteps on the stairs and realized that it was Lindsay. She had to be drunk. She passed by my door and saw me peeking.

"Heeeellooo piss heaaaddd," she greeted drunkly as she made her way to her room. When she was about to enter her room, she fell rather unflatteringly on the floor.
No way i was helping her up.
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The next day was a 'No school' day.

I woke up like always, not remembering anything of the previous night. No dreams. No nightmares. Nothing.

I brushed my teeth and went down. Lindsay was suffering from the hangover and was complaining to May. But that did not stop her from spilling her orange juice on me. I stared straight ahead and held onto the table to prevent myself from cracking.

Resist. Resist. Resist. I keep telling myself.

May turned around and snorted before telling me to go and change and go to work.

I did as said.

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The day passed the same as always. Boring, hot, and stressing day.

When I got home, i was surprised that Rig did not come to greet me. I yelled that i was back home but there was no response. Not even a soul in the house.

Then i went into the yard.

The scene in front of my eyes left me tongue tied.

There was May, Paul and Lindsay holding a bag. In which was my dog. The were putting it in a hole that was hastily dug in the backyard. They were yelling at each other, saying that they should hurry before i came back. But they were too late.

I did not remember me running towards them. Neither taking hold of the shovel and throwing it away.

I went down on my knees and wept on my only friend's dead body.

And then... I broke.

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Sorry for late, reallly late update :33