The Angel Who Killed My Father

Chapter 2: Vision of My Father

My dad stood at the frame of my door staring at me with his deep black eyes. He seemed to be mouthing something to me that I couldn't understand. As I got up to go over to him I noticed the details on his clothes. They were ripped and bloody, dripping all the way to the floor. His face was beaten to a bloody pulp and he had a hole in chest that didn't go all the way through, it was where his heart was supposed to be. I screamed, not expecting to see my dad like that. Then, I woke up.

I was screaming and my mom came in yelling, "Baby! What's the matter?! Whats going on?!" I was sweating, it was dripping down my face. I looked over at the frame of my door and nobody was there. My mom saw where I looked and asked, "Honey, what did you see?"

"I think I had a bad dream. It was about dad." I sobbed.

"What was it about?" My mom asked concerned.

"I saw him under my door frame all bloody and beaten up..." I said with tears streaming down my face. I couldn't get the picture out of my head and I didn't want to go back to sleep. "Mom, will you stay in here for a little with me until I calm down, I don't want to have this dream again."

"Of course honey." My mom said as I put my head down on her lap. She started playing with my hair to soothe me and she was singing a lullaby that she used to sing when i was little but I couldn't remember what it was called. I felt my eyes flutter and drift away from my body because I was so tired. The comfort of my mom helped me fall asleep and I did.

The next morning when I woke up my eyes were swollen from crying so hard the night before. I do not know why I was dreaming of my dad in the state that he was in, maybe it was a sign or something I got from figuring out who I truly am. I noticed my mom had fell asleep on the bed next to me and was still sleeping. I didn't want to wake her up so I slowly got up from the bed and went downstairs to have some breakfast. As I was down there I heard a small knock on the front door. As I opened it, it was Matt and he said, "Sorry if I woke you up I just wanted to come see you. Mind if I come in?"

"Yeah, you can come in. My mom is still asleep so we will have to be quiet."

"Okay. Are you okay? Your eyes are all puffy like you have been crying all night." he said.

"I'm fine now but, last night I woke up sobbing because I had a bad dream and it was about my dad standing under my door frame all bloody and beaten up. I have no idea why I dreamt about that, I feel like it's a sign or something and I don't know what it means."

"Oh, well I think we could figure out something of why you are seeing things like this."

"We could go talk to my grandma and see if she could help with anything. I'll just have to leave my mom a note so she doesn't freak out." I said.

As I finished my breakfast and put my dishes in the sink I wrote my mom a note saying, "Mom, I went over to grandmas with Matt to figure out why I was having that dream. You can come over if you want to help or you don't have to I just wanted to let you know where I was. -Ky." I went to go set it on my nightstand by my bed so my mom would see when she woke up. Then we headed over to my grandmas. I knocked on the door a couple of times before she answered. When she answered she looked tired like we just woke her up, "Honey, what are you doing here so early?" she asked.

"Sorry if I woke you grandma, I just had a terrible nightmare last night and I wanted to talk to you about it." I said.

"Oh okay come on in." she said as she stepped away from the door and went into the kitchen to make some of her morning coffee. Matt and I walked in and sat down on the couch. "So grandma this dream I was having was about my dad." I said as she walked into the living room and sat down.