Falling Worlds (COMPLETED)

TIME 03:

(saturday the 2nd)

Saturday. It was Saturday morning. I looked out the window and saw dark storm clouds covering the sky. I stood up and stretched a bit. I was really tired.

"It was just a dream," I said to myself happily, rubbing my head. "A crazy, messed up dream." I got up and grabbed my backpack from the corner and pulled the homework out of it. I had quite a bit. I looked at the formidable workload in front of me. There was a knock on the door. I looked up in time to see my brother walking in.

"Hey," he said with a bright smile. "How did you sleep?"

"Good," I cheerfully replied. "I had the weirdest dream..." His face slowly faded from the smile.

"Yeah," he said after a deep breath. "That wasn't a dream." I looked down. Fear flooded into my mind as I thought of how my uncle had reacted.

"So that means, uncle's still mad..." I said quietly. He nodded.

"I suggest staying away," he said. His eyes were suddenly focused on my neck.

"There's something on your neck," he said, putting his hand up and poking my neck. It wasn't until now that I realized how much it hurt. He pulled his hand away. There was blood on his fingers.

"You must have gotten hurt when you..." he slowly stopped. "I'll go get some stuff to clean that up." He turned and walked out of the room. He quickly returned with a cloth and a bottle of something. He sat me down on the bed and dampened the cloth with the liquid.

"What's that?" I asked as he started to clean the wound. I shrunk back as it stung. "St-stop it!" I exclaimed, my eyes watering. "Stop!" He pulled the red stained rag away from me. My hands flung to the burning spot on my neck.

"It's all done," he said. "It's already dry. It won't need binding."

"How did that happen?" I asked.

"It probably happened last night," he said. "I doubt you would be able to remember it." I kept rubbing my sore neck. He put the things away and sat down next to me.
"So..." he said. "Find anything out? Understand anything more?" I looked at him.

"No," I said. "Nothing." He looked back down as though he was thinking. "Is there something I should remember?" I asked. He paused.

"No," he said finally, standing up and leaving.

"Roman," I said, trying to see if he would come back. But he didn't.

I thought I had heard Roman go down stairs. I stood up and followed him. As I stepped off the last step, I looked around and my uncle groggily stumbled into the room. He hobbled over to me and grabbed me by my shirt collar. I stood there, not sure what to do. His face was red and his eyes were bloodshot. He was drunk again. I don't blame him. After last night, he probably drank. A lot. He lifted me up off the floor.

I grabbed at my throat, trying to get him off of me. I tried to scream, but all I could do was choke. I heard loud footsteps as my brother ran down the stairs. Roman ran into the room, his eyes bloodshot with anger.

"Get away from her!" he yelled, pushing my uncle away. He let go of me and I fell to the floor. His attention was turned to Roman.

"You," he said menacingly, stepping towards him. "I should have done away with you a long time ago..." Roman took a step back as though he was a trapped animal, searching for an escape.

"Taryn," he said slowly. "Run." I started to stand up. My uncles hand swung at him, bashing him across the head with a glass bottle. Roman dropped to the ground, blood spilling from his head with large pieces of glass lodged in his temple. His eyes were open and glazed as he laid there, bleeding all over the floor. I screamed. It felt strange, almost unreal. My brain stopped and my heart skipped a beat. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. I closed my eyes and clenched my fists, waiting for it to all be over, though I knew it wasn't. But the strange thing is... it was.