Six Feet UnderGround

The Nightmare

There I was. Standing over her with my blade in hand, thinking about how my view of this woman has changed over the past few weeks. One thing is running through my mind, just a phrase. "It's all her fault, she did this to you..." Just those few words put me into a furious rage. It's kind of like those shows when you have an angel on one shoulder and the devil on the other.

Unlike many of these shows, I'm starting to agree with the little red man on my shoulder. Just like that, my fury escapes. This rage does something to me, to where I might actually lose it. I've finally made up my mind about what to do. I will end the pain the woman has created.

I walk closer to her in what seems like slow motion. I raise the knife up in the air, forcefully stabbing into her throat and finally into her chest. After I hear her last breath, it's like I wake up from a trance and realize what I've done. The fear and accomplishment running through my body makes me cringe. What does this make me?

I wake up, terrified and nearly cry out until I realize it was just a dream. That's just when I start asking myself why have I been having this recurring nightmare. After living with this abusive woman, how could it drive me mad? What if I turn into a psychotic murderer?I look at the clock and realize it's seven o'clock. I'll probably be late for school. I get out of bed, trying to forget and to understand these horrific dreams. I get dressed in my school uniform before walking to school. I don't know how I'll figure out what is happening to me. What happens if one day I really do lodge the knife in her chest until the job is done?