Frozen flames--A Dream?

Chapter 7

 I woke up sweating. I was in darkness once again. I was familiar with where I was. I got up out of my bed that I was in. I was wearing the clothes that I wore before they took me away. I walked over to the hallway on which my parent's door was. I entered their room.

They were sleeping. My parents were sleeping. At the time I realized it was all a dream. My mother woke up.

"MOM!" I yelled. I ran over to her and hugged her. But I passed straight through her.

My mother shook my dad awake. "Good morning honey." He said. "Do you want me to wake up Alex?" My mother nodded her head. He got up and walked over to my room. Where I was sleeping. Was I a ghost? Was this a dream? He got back in and went to bed again. My mother went back to bed too.

Two figures walked into the room a while later. One was holding a knife and one had a gun.

No, it couldn't be. Why was I witnessing my own parent's murder. My mother must have been sleeping pretty soundly. The one holding a knife slowly went over to my father and put his arm with the knife in the air. With the other arm he held my dad down.

I was scarred from that night. The man brought the knife down and blood sprayed everywhere. The other man quickly brought the gun over to my mother's forehead, hesitated, and pulled the trigger. More blood. The one with the knife stabbed my father over and over again. Blood soaking the sheet and blankets. I was screaming the whole time.

They hid the knife and gun under the bed and ran out of the room. leaving bloody footprints where they stepped.

Then there was nothing, again.

 I woke up at the post again.

The cloaked men were walking away. They must've thought I was dead. My skin was not burnt. I was able to move my wrists. After they were gone I walked away from the post. I grabbed a stick and lit it on fire. A temporary lantern.

I walked towards the way that the men had gone. There was a building in front of me. It wasn't long until my "lantern" ran out. I went back in the darkness and went to the fire. I grabbed a longer and thicker stick and lit it. I looked up and gasped.

In the glare of the stick on fire, I could see Eric's body. It was burnt to a crisp. His eyelids were completely gone. His eyes were staring into my soul. His mouth was in a frozen smile. It stretched from cheek to cheek. His body was sweltering with blisters. His waxy-white skin indicated 3rd degree burns.

I backed up cautiously and felt a hand on my shoulder.

" Where do you think you're going?" I slowly turned my head and one of the hooded men were there.

I turned right, there was another man there, holding a torch. There was another man on my left, holding a mace. There were 2 more men on my sides. The only way that was not blocked by the men was behind me. On the fire.

I had to do it. I spread my arms out, and fell backwards. Into the flames, of hell.