wtf dreams

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Warning, this chapter mentions abuse and paprents being drunk/high.

I was in my room, eating my poptart. I was suddenly called to do my schoolwork of the day. I got a sort of bad grade on one of my subjects. Now usually my parents would just get a little mad and ask me why i didn't tell them. Today was different... They hit me and punched me. I didn't know why today was different. Once I was near the front door, i bolted out of it. My lip was bleeding and my body was bruised. I ran to my girlfriends house. She was the one who answered the door. She squeaked a little at the sight of me this injured. "WHAT HAPPENED!??!" she asked me frantically. I told her about my brand new abuse story. She told her nana about this and her nana called the police. The police showed up and questioned me. I told them everything that happened. They then went to my parents house. I hadn't brung my brother with me... They walked in and my brother had a bloody nose and lip, he was bruised as well; crying. The cops picked up my brother and i started crying more and more. The cops put my little brother on the floor in front of me. I nelt down to hug him. I herd the cops yelling at my parents; my parents yelling right back. The cops questioned them. They just talked drunk like gibberish. The cops did a breathalyzer test for them and a drug test as well. They didn't pass. They got arrested. I was suddenly at my grandparents house. I was in my bed that was down there. The room was a mess and i was a mess. I was crying so hard. My brother was with the dogs. I looked out the window and saw headlights on the road. For some reason i thought it was my parents and got scared. They pulled into the yard. My parents do that! I thought. The doors opened. It was my aunt and her boyfriend! Whew... They walked in and sat down in the living room. I walked to the fridge and got a water. I walked to the living room and said some sort of gibberish. My grandpa said some sort of gibberish back. I think it was something like its okay to cry. I nodded and walked halfway back to the room; then started crying again. It was around this time i was woken from my dream. Thanks dad for waking me up -_-

Ok well bai!

(None of this was from real advents aside from the settings of the rooms)