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Big dreams

Susan's POV
I was sleeping on my bed when I had this dream.
Flashback
Susan sleeping on her mom's lap her mom singing her a lullaby. Just then three hefty men entered the house.
Helen (Susan's mom) POV:
I jerked up at the sight of those men making Susan to fall,she started crying,I hurriedly carried her up and hushed her to stop crying,those men were just looking at us which made it more awkward. I made a silent prayer that Donald should come early so he can save me.
All of a sudden those men collected Susan from me in a harsh way. One of them carried her by her hair and my little daughter started crying heavily,I tried a million times to save her but they kept playing with me. They later carried me on there shoulder then took I and my daughter to the palace I guessed.
Susan's POV:
I might be little but I know what was going on. I am four years and I love both my parents very much because without them I am nothing,seeing my mother in pain is a big deal for me it hurt me into my heart. When we got to the palace we were taken to the throne room and we met the queen and king sitting on their throne,I was asked to sit on the floor and my mother was tied up on two sticks ,the king ordered his guards to beat up my mother I was crying really hard hoping the king would change his mind,but no he didn't. All of a sudden I saw an arrow come from the throne side and into my mother's next.
Present days:
I jerked up from my bed and sat up sweating and breathing heavily. That has been the thirteenth time I had this dream in this month. It has happened since the beginning of this month. I stood up from my bed and walked to the kitchen to take a glass of water. Why I'm I always dreaming about how my parents died yesterday I dreamt of how my father died and now I dreamt of how my mother died maybe tomorrow its going to be my grandmother. I can't even remember any one of them,I can't recall any memories of them. I couldn't tell anyone since it doesn't make any sense to even me.
I checked the time on my phone that was on the counter and the time was 3:30am. I couldn't go back to bed because I was scared that I might continue my stupid stupid dream.
I sat down on the counter and drank a little water. The only thing that usually makes me remember my family's face is because of the dreams I usually have. At least I should be happy I can grieve on that.
At 6:30am I stood up from the counter and went to the room to dress up to go to work.