It was just a nightmare

One second I was at home and another we were being robbed. So I called the police and they brought a whole squad of police officers. I had this anxious antsy feeling like something bad was going to happen if they left. Once they began piling into their cars I begged them to stay saying I was afraid. They reassured Me nothing was going to happen because they caught the bad guy. I still felt pretty scared watching them go, I went into the house and I was more scared then ever before. I was in the family room and I looked up into the loft. All I saw was shadows, it looked kind of like cartoons, of a girl and a man who I assumed to be my step father. The little girl was beating the man to death with a keyboard. I began to cry and scream out his name, "Kwame, Kwame! Someone please help!" I couldn't move. I was paralyzed from the waist down. I just had this feeling of helplessness. The girl descended down the stairs, she was practically floating. I began to back into the kitchen, I looked for a weapon. Picking up a bowl, the closest thing I could find to use as a weapon, and tried to shield myself with it. I noticed my mom sitting on the couch in the dining room with the youngest of my three brothers. They could clearly see everything that was going and it was obvious they could do nothing about it, looking at the horrified expression on my mothers face. I looked back to the girl, who looked more like the grudge than anything else. She was small like a Cabbage patch doll small. But she looked so realistic. She had unruly black hair, her face was grey, had scars covering the entire surface of her body, her eyes were the worst part, they were like a black abyss, she had no eyelids, and they was blood dripping from her eyes almost as if she was crying. Her face held so much malice you couldn't misinterpret her intentions. She turned towards Me and smiles her sickly sweet smile, she then turned to face my mother and brother. I screamed "no!", I wouldn't allow her to go near them. I picked up a pizza cutter from the counter and threw it at her. It was going really fast aimed at her head and it began to go in slow motion as it neared her. She looked at Me and the pizza cutter came back at Me full force. I, of course, used the bowl in my hands to block it. I looked up to see my brother casually walking down the stairs oblivious to everything going on around us. The girl notices him, my mother and brother soon forgotten, too and begins to slowly float over to him. As she nears him I'm so panicked that I don't even think before I grab the first thing I saw and threw it at her. She was unaffected by the bowl I was previously using as a shield hit her on the head. I reached for anything as ammo and came up with nothing, but it was already too late. By the time I looked back up at them, the monster was already eating his face. I begged her, "take Me please, please take Me. Leave him." I already knew I couldn't save him. I began to cry. When she finally looked at Me I knew it was the end. She floated her way over to Me. I had this feeling as if it wasn't real as if it was some sort of nightmare, and then I woke up. I was balling my eyes out mourning for my brother, though I knew it wasn't real it was hard letting the fact go that I saw him die.