I was sleeping in the hotel room when I heard the door open. It was my dad, with a furious look on his face. Great... what the fuck did I do this time... "Hey dumbass, you lost the room key!" "Sorry dad, I had to watch all of your shit." "What did you call my stuff?" He slowly advances in my direction. "Nothing.." I mumble, and look down. All of a sudden, his hand flies into my face. I'm knocked back into the wall, making a huge dent. My ribs hurt, my face is numb, and my nose is bleeding. I felt the blood trickle over my lips onto the floor. I put my hand to my bloody face. "Don't disrespect me again or I'll beat you till your dead, you hear me dumbass?" I nod, trembling in rage. That's the last fucking straw. As he turns around, I bring my hand back, and I bring it full speed into the back of his head. I feel pain, but it disappears quickly. He turns around, a smile spreads on his ugly face, as if he's been waiting for this moment. He rears back and punches me, connecting with my jaw. My head snaps back, but I don't feel a thing. That's when I realized that I was dreaming. I start to punch him back. We trade blows, I'm not even trying to dodge them, I'm taking all of his blows. I feel the impact of his blows, but no pain at all. I enjoy it. "You're getting weak, fatass." In reply, he cocks his fist back one last time, and brings it forward with all the power he could muster. He connects with my jaw. I fly backward, into the sliding glass door leading to the balcony. I go through the glass, and topple over the railing. I wake up right before I hit the ground, 23 stories down.
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My Dream Book
Random"Should I make a dream book?" "No I shouldn't." "Why shouldn't I?" "Because it's gonna be fucking embarrassing!" "Your fucking embarrassing." "Fuck you!" "What time" "..." "..." "..." "Bitch I'm making that dream book."
