As we drove off I looked out the window. I couldnt believe that this was the last time I was looking at my house. I was pretty sure that the new owners would love it! It was amazing. It was big and luxurious, and it came with an indoor pool. According to Dad, the new house in Ohio is 'MUCH better'. But it would be a long ride until we got there. I looked over my shoulder, Dad was there looking out the window with such a sad look on his face. He looked at me, and out of no where started to quietly cry. I NEVER see Dad cry. So that really broke my heart.
"Dad? Whats wrong?" I worridly asked.
"You know, just leaving this neighbor hood." He sighed after that.
"Dad, I know how you feel.. It was hard leaving all my friends.."
I went to Cole High School. I loved it there.. Everyone was nice and the school system was great. I played on the Cole Soccer Team, and I was a part of All-State Chorus. No one else knows I can sing, except for some of my friends. But what was hardest, was leaving the girl I had a huge crush on. Her name was Molly. And I knew she liked me back. But theres other girls in Ohio, right?
"Dad, what school am I going to?" I asked.
"Hmm.. I believe its called Ridgefield..But dont worry Thomas, you'll love it there."
(Have I mentioned my name? Im Thomas Clyde. Im 15 years old.")
"Good." I said back.
I looked out the window. Trees sweeping past us, blotches of green were everywhere. And all the houses our town lived in. I loved everyone here. I put my head back against my head rest and flipped down the mirror. I looked at myself and studied my features, even though I see myself everyday. My mind said, 'Cute and handsome', but my heart said, 'Ugly and annoying.' I closed the mirror and noticed myself drifting to sleep. My mind wandered some place else and I fell asleep.
"DAD? WHERE ARE YOU?!" I searched around the room that I was placed in, but I couldnt move. I was strapped to a table. I tried to fight my way out, but I couldnt. The straps were to strong.
"DAD?!" I screamed his name again.
"THOMAS! IM IN HERE! HEL-" Something cut him off. All of a sudden the straps of the table un-did them selves. I walked toward the door of the room. I was trembling.
"Dad..?" I said, "Please..Dad..Answer.." I opened the door. Pitch black. I walked into the room and felt the wall, until I felt a switch. I flicked it on. And when I did, I regreted doing that.
I screamed bloody murder. My Dad was there, hanging from the ceiling, with a spear peirced through his body. Blood was all over his body.
"NO! NO NO NO!!!" I screamed to the top of my lungs. All of a sudden the lights shut off.
"FUCK! NO!" I tried to find the switch again, and when I did, I flicked it on, I turned around and screamed again. Right there in front of me was some kind of monster. Blood ran down from his eyes and mouth. He was wearing a puklcape and his face was red. Before I knew it, I felt a sharp pain come through me and I blacked out.
*END OF DREAM*
I woke up. I jerked out of my seat but my seltbelt pulled me back. I heard my heart pound and I started to breath heavily. I couldnt stop sweating. I even felt a few tears. But we were still in the car. Thank God.
"THOMAS! What happened?!" My dad yelled.
"I HAD A DREAM!" I started crying in between. The dream seemed so realistic.
"What was it about?!" My dad seemed worried. I explained him the dream. After I was done, his mouth was wide open with shock. Then, he gave me a water bottle and told me to go back to sleep, he said when I woke up we would be at the house. I did what he said, and soon I fell asleep.
