I was in my bed 4 year's old, screaming my head off. My dad came in and picked me up like old times and bounced me on his knee, till I stoped crying. All of a sudden a gun shot rang through the house. My dad set me back in the bed and put his pointer finger to his lips in a shushing motion. He walked out, I got up and looked out the window, there was a man all I could see was his face. There was a mean glare plastered on his face and the way he looked at things. Little did I know he was looking at me. With one evle look later he walked into the tree's. I wattle down the stairs only triping 3 times, to see my mom with a gun shot wound on her head bleeding profusely. My dad is leaning over her with tears puddled in his eyes and a phone to his ear.the room starts to get blurry and I realize im crying. I wake up screaming and my breath was uneven, like i had run a mile. I look up to see him my worst nightmare. I stare in his eyes and a look of pure terror stretched across my face.
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The Nightmare
Non-FictionA girl who has nightmares almost all the time, but what happens when all her nightmares come true. Even ones she doesn't dream about.
