Spoons

Prologue

Tossing and turning I saw flashing images of creatures so foul it could terrify even the bravest person. How could no one else sense the danger? Why did I see these horrible things in my nightmares? What did it all mean. All I knew was that I would never be able to escape them just by waking up. They were everywhere, these creatures decorated with blood. The spoons. Jolting awake I sat bolt upright. I could feel the sweat on my forehead, pooling above my eyebrows. Running my hands over my face I pushed away the thoughts of those creatures. But I knew I'd have to face them again. Everyday of my life. Swinging my feet out of bed I dragged my blanket with me. Trudging out my room I carefully opened the door, careful not to make it squeak. That door was always out to get me, Creeping through the dark halls I saw shapes in the dark, I saw blood on the magenta walls and cashew coloured carpet, so I quickly ran into my mothers room. I could've sworn I saw a pile of spoons at the end of the hall. Crawling onto my mothers bed I nudged her awake.
"Mother. Mother wake up," I whispered shaking her shoulder terrified. She was wearing from what I could tell, a Cotten shirt with mushrooms on it. This presumably meant she was planning to work with Mario and his tall brother with thirst for Bowsers blood. "Wake up you lazy cow!" I screeched in her ear, sick of her attitude towards my fear. Mother jolted awake.
"What the hell are you doing Sam?" She said, her bright dirty water coloured eyes wide. She looked kinda annoyed.
"My name isn't Sam, it's Unia Utensil. And I had a nightmare," I said crawling onto her so I could wrap my arms around her in a comfort filled hug. She was very soft, perhaps she used a mallet to soften her flesh?
"Listen up tree bucket I named you Sam for a god damn reason. Not to mention you're 17. You shouldn't be crawling into your moms bed at 3 in the bloody morning because you had a nightmare," She said pushing me off. Clearly mother had no imagination when it came to insults, or any idea what it means to have a clear picture of who you are. When I stopped about half a metre away from the edge of the bed. I had an idea. Slowly log rolling away from mother I braced myself for my fall onto the soft luscious carpet.
"Oh no! I'm going to fall and brake my neck!" I wailed as I slowly lowered myself onto the floor. Mother did nothing. Sitting up I started crying. "You never loved me! You didn't even try to save me from certain death!" I said crawling back onto the bed.
"Oh really? If your death was so certain how are you alive?" Mother said flopping back down on her pillow. Going right up to her ear I  screeched as loud as possible.
"The spoons mother! They will eat our pancreas'!" I yelled sticking my limbs in the air like the American flag, risen by the hope and love of all good Americans. Suddenly I was being pushed off the bed.
"That's it! I'm going to murder you, you God damn psychopath!" She screamed jumping off the bed. Getting to my feet I began sprinting through the house screaming at the top of my lungs. How in breads name had my younger sister slept through this.
"The spoons! You'll believe me when you have no pancreas! What will your liver think of you when you do nothing to prevent the consumption of its lover?!" I screamed tripping down the stairs. Rolling down the stairs I hit my head hard on the wall, maybe my blood would help fade out that horrid magenta mother had painted on.
"Holy Jesus Sam! Are you alright?!" Mother screamed from at the top of the stairs.
"The spoons mother!" I screamed scrambling to my feet.
"For gods sake Sam!" She screamed running after me. Quickly stopping on the slippery wooden floor I began to do ballet. Many people know the joys of socks on a smooth surface. As I spun around in my triple pirouette I bumped straight into a girl in a a diamond encrusted dress. Her hair was tied up with live butterflies and her eyes were violet. I could tell she was a backstabber and decided that made her a good dancing partner. Taking her hand I began the tango. After a while the girl fainted so I threw her to the side before skidding a way into the kitchen. Sone people just can't handle the Samnado.