"Please! Pretty pleeeaase!" I begged on my knees. "I don't know if it is safe out there." "But I really want to go outside with my friend Lacy!" "Plus my friend Lacy is going outside so I'm pretty sure it's safe outside!" "It's not safe out there!" My mother nearly yelled in a serious voice. "But it's not fair!" I said in my grumpy voice. "Annamarie Hockington!" She said with a serious face, a serious voice, and looked at me dead in the eye. "Do I have to tell you one more time!" "Yes."I mumbled, but I didn't think she heard me because, if she did hear me I would be in dead trouble! "I already have lost my husband and I do not want to loose you! You know what I said Annamarie you promised remember! A promise is a promise Annamarie!" My mother said. "I know what I said mother!" Later that night I sneak out to the living room couch where Pusheen lays. Pusheen is my stray cat that I begged on my knees for when I was like eight. My mom never liked him, because he just layed around and didn't do anything. But he keeps me company when I am lonely. After a while of cuddling with Pusheen I fall asleep.
When I wake up I find myself laying on the couch. A bright light shines down on me from are only window. I feel warmth on my leg and look down to find Pusheen cuddled up so comfortably fitting between my legs. "Anna?" I hear a voice coming towards me. I squint to see who it is. But I can't see through the bright light shining threw the window. I don't know why I squint, because I know it's my mother. She is the only one in the house besides me and Pusheen. But I keep squinting anyways. But something isn't right. That voice sounded deep and rough like my dads. But it can't be him he's dead right? "Dad?" I say tightly. Then I hear something shatter and a huge shadow starts toward me. "I need you to shoot your father now!" This is a different voice that is much deeper. It's not my dads voice anymore. A hand comes out of the shadow with a gun in it. "Shoot your father or I will!" The shadow says steadily. "No!" "I will not shoot my father!" My throat tightens. "Then I will shoot you!" A hand appears fom the shadow with a gun and points it to my forehead. My throat tightens even more and it feels like there is a huge ball of wax in my throat. "Now!" The voice says warning me. I grab the gun and slip my finger through the trigger. "No!" Says my dad. His hand grabs the couch pulling him self up. "Anna please no!" This time I can see him. The last time I saw him was before he went to war. "Dad!" I say trembling on my words. My words didn't come out as I expected. My voice doesn't sound like mine it sounds like it belongs to someone else.
"Your alive?" I say. "Actually-" But before he can finish his sentence I hear a gun fire from my right where the shadow person was. It hits my father and a scream slips out my mouth and i can't help it. I see blood run down his forehead where he was shot. I run to him and scream and shout. I stand up and anger fills my body as my cheeks burn red. I throw a punch at the mystery person I still don't know who the person is. And he fires the gun at my shoulder blade which burns and I slump down to the floor. "Who are you?!?!" I yell out almost screaming. I burst out into tears and start to sob and I can't hear what the person said but I don't care my dad was here and now he's gone. Everything starts to fade and I wonder what is happening?
I wake to find my self laying on the couch with Pusheen like at the starting of my dream. Am I dreaming the same thing again? I ask myself. It was just a dream I say to my self again and again rocking my self back and forth on the couch. "Anna?" Says somebody coming towards me like the starting of my dream. But it's softer like my mothers voice. But I don't care I can't trust anyone. "Get away!" I say almost yelling. "It's just me dear." Says my mother coming to the couch and sits down. She wraps her arm around my back reaching out to get to the other side where my right arm is. "What's wrong?" She asks calming me down. Her voice is soft and calming but a bit sluggish, because she just woke up.
"Just a bad dream." I say "A nightmare, I used to have them all the time when I was little." "Those dreams were very strange that I had." She says. It seems to me that the more she talks the more her voice gets quieter. Her eyes shift on mine. "What was the dream about?" She asks questioningly. "I don't want to talk about it." I say. "Well if you want to talk about it just ask me ok?" "Ok." I say. "By the way why are you sleeping on the couch?" "I just wanted some company from Pusheen." I say. "Ok well I am going to eat breakfast." "Do you want to join me?" "I will join you in a minute." I say as I brush my fingers threw Pusheen's thick hair.
The thought of my dream makes my throat tighten again. I still feel an ache in my sholder blade, where the person shot me. I still don't know who it was. The person must of told me but I could not hear, cause of my loud sob and screams that escaped from my mouth. Then I wonder what my father was going to say before he got shot by that person. Who was that person, what was my father going to say, and why did the person want my father dead? These questions mix up in my mind and gives me a head ache. I start down to the kitchen to join my mother for breakfast. After breakfast I head off to work still thinking of the answers to my questions.
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It has been so long until I updated! :(
Sorry guys for the really long wait!
Anyways I thought I would throw in some action! :3
