The Monsters Within

Chapter 2

   "Lukas, I don't want any trouble," I say, failing to keep any confidence in my voice. How could I? I was staring at the corpses of my dead parents. I had no job, no money, no food, and no one in this state would help me. They all see me as some sort of mutation, they aren't far off I guess.
   Lukas laughs, "Then none shall you receive. It appears someone has already done the job for me," he nods towards my parents.
   "Are you to say you're the one responsible for this?" I demand, anger rising through me. No, I think to myself, Don't let his anger overcome you also, Caroline, you're stronger than he is.
   "Are you to say you accuse me of committing a federal crime whilst being in school for the past seven hours?" replies Lukas, a victorious smile spreading across his face, "I'm actually here to help, but you'll have to bare with me. Okay?"
   I wanted to holler "no" as loud as my vocal cords would allow. But for some reason, I don't. A moment later I'm knocked out.
   I would love to say I didn't dream of anything. But that is so, so far from the truth. In reality I ended up dreaming numerous things, each causing different emotions to overcome my body.
   My first dream was about me and my best friend from middle school. We were in my room gossiping and doing usual teenage things, we were laughing and having a grand old time. My body didn't want to leave, making the next dream seem like torture in comparison.
   That may be because it was literally torture. Lukas was standing in front of me, blade in hand. Let's see now, what's next? Lukas says in my mind as he stares me up and down. I am really confused by this until I look down at my arms and legs and realize they're bleeding, well beyond repair, especially with Lukas continuing to cause more of them. I reach up to touch my face when I realize I'm blind in my right eye. Whew, it's just swollen. I tell myself. Though I feel terrified, angry and confused all at once. I look up at Lukas and see the monsters that are Anger and Happiness hidden inside of him. He's enjoying this. I tell myself, This is of his own choice.
   Multiple dreams come where I feel lowly, sad, and loving. And when I awake, I despise what I see.