Six year old me woke with a start when I heard a loud crash come from downstairs. I lay still, hoping that it wasn't a monster. I heard another loud crash followed by a bang. I started to cry, just a few tears at first but soon my pillow was soaked with them.
"Sweetie? Are you okay?" I heard a voice ask as the door opened.
"There's a monster downstairs." I sobbed, turning to face my mother. "It's going to eat me!" I pulled the cover above my head, as if it would protect me.
"Shhhh. It's okay. It's just your imagination."
"But can't you hear it?"
"No I can't. Now just go to bed. I have to finish my work, okay?"
"Uh-huh," I sniffed and wiped my nose on the back of my hand, "Night night mommy." When I fell asleep I had a nightmare, and I heard a gunshot, but it was part of my dream.... Right? But when I woke, I saw my dad lay dead in the middle of the living room floor.
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When You Forgot
Adventure"Come on Sam." She hissed. "It's time for you to decide. Are you with us or against us?" The gun felt cold and heavy in my hand. I looked at the boy who had helped me when I was hurt and abandoned. His eye held unsaid fear. But he didn't fight or cr...
