DREAM LAND (Saki)
"You are a disgrace to the Yamamoto family. You and that good for nothing brother. Honestly, neither of you were suppose to be born in the first place."
"B-But...Papa...I love you..."
"That is one thing I am annoyed with. That innocence in your eyes. So naive. So weak. You need to see pain. Suffering. Look at this for instance."
"Papa...what did you do to Mama? Why is she on the floor? What is this red stuff?"
"You really are stupid. If only you were never born."
DREAM ENDS
My eyes slowly open. Of all nights, why am I remembering my biological parents now? I felt a familiar annoying feeling in my chest and sat up. I forgot to take my medication. Slowly standing up from the bed, I quietly go to my bag. I took out my pills and went to the bathroom silently. I turned on the faucet, a little too loudly for my liking. I heard a groan from Azusa in the other room, I guess I woke him up. It was already 1am in the morning sadly. I took two pills and drank some water before walking through the darkness and placing the medication back into my bag. My eyes bloodshot red the whole time.
"Is something wrong?"asked Azusa.
"No I just forgot to take my medicine."
I sat down on the bed and faced the window, my shoulders shaking when I held in my tears and screams. Why am I remembering them? They died. Why do I still feel this grief? I felt the weight of the bed shift and a hand was placed onto my shoulder.
"You kept moving around in your sleep. Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yeah. I'm sure."I answer back and get into the blankets once more."Go back to bed."
I heard a sigh and I closed my eyes, I was too scared. I didn't want to dream about them... They just bring back too much pain. Too much bad memories. Why can't I just forget...
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