February 28, 1972 2:01 a.m.
"You killed your father, boy." The shadow hissed at me. I tried to move, but my legs and arms couldn't and wouldn't respond to my frazzled nerves. I tried to talk, but my mouth wasn't there! I tried to scream, but nothing happened. Strong hands grabbed me and started shaking me violently, slapping my face. I finally screamed again, and opened my eyes. I sat up, finding a nurse standing beside my bed, looking frightened. Sweat was running down my back, and my breath came in short gasps.
"Are you alright, Mr. Daikon?" The nurse asked me timidly. I nodded, and she left, closing the door behind her. I lay back, still wondering about my dream. Had I killed my father?
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Nothing Left
Ficção AdolescenteBlank. Empty. That's how I feel. No thoughts come to my head. Faint memories disappear, I know nothing anymore. Piano notes fade away forever, not strong enough to bring me back. No one is here, except fading footsteps. I don't move anywhere. I'm st...
