The Killer From The Past

Chapter One

I woke up in a cold sweat for the fifth time this week because of the same dream. It was always the same:

I'm in a dark room, and everything seems to stay in one spot, but then, all of a sudden, there's this swirling bright light, like some kind of optic illusion. Then, bam! There's this big machine in front of me. This man steps out, I can't make out his face but I can tell he's masculine because of the way he steps out. He walks towards me, but I still can't see his face, its like I'm wearing someone else's glasses. The man has something in his hand that caught the light from the machine. He comes up to me and grabs my face really hard and pulls me closer to him, then, there's this sudden burning sprouting from my chest, the man had stabbed me.

I have no clue what this dream meant or what it could mean, all I know, was that it freaks me out.
As an atempt to calm myself down, I walk into my bathroom and strip my clothes off and start the shower.
As the water falls over me, I start to forget the details of my dream, like the pain from my chest. By the time I was wrapping my towel around me, I was focused on something completely unrelated.
I head back in to my room and grab my favorite Fall Out Boy tank top and my ripped high waist jeans and start to get dressed. I walk down stairs and found my mother was already awake.
My mother, she's not all right in the head, tthe doctors said it was all the brain cancer, and how long it was growing on her brain. But when they went to remove the tumor that was causing it, they seemed to remove the part that allowed her to talk.
She was walking around the kitchen, making a pot of coffee.
"Good morning, mother." I said as I kissed the top of her head as she wrapped her arms around me, making the same grunting sound she normally did when she wanted to say something.
I brought down a coffee cup from the cupboard and started to pour myself a cup while my mom grabbed the sugar and creamer.
My mom started to make the book sign with her hands and I already knew she was asking if I was going to school, like she did every morning.
"Yes, mother," I responded. "I am going to school. I actually have to go." I finished stirring my coffee. "Have a good day, I love you!" I grabbed my book bag, and headed out the door.