My life goes on as usual. Than again Friday comes. Usually my dreams happen Monday but no, this time the dream happened today. And I think I know why, because this time it wasn't a dream.
I'm playing with Cara in the living room (most my dreams start off like that) she needed more milk so I grabbed her sippy cup and made her some. I was handing it to her when the door bust down. I quickly pick her up and I ran to the garage. I opened the door from the garage to the outside and ran to our neighbor's house.
I called 911 while looking out my neighbor's window I realized that calling 911 was a mistake. They already knew about this, and they came to watch. I give Cara to my neighbor and return to my house, I ask one of the officers what's going on.
"You Claire?" I nod. "Get her!" he yells.
"What?" my question was soon answered as I got tackled to the ground. My hands got tied behind my back and my face was pushed up against the car, "What's going on!?"
I hear a chuckle, the chuckle."It's alright my dear. You'll be alright." I feel the cold metal of a gun beneath my back. I hear him load it.
"Why!" I yelled at the police, "Why are you just going to let him kill me!"
"Because kiddo," George whispered into my ear, "They aren't real cops. They're my prison buddies. We escaped and the first thing we did was come for you."
I felt tears go down my cheek. George turned away from me, I started feelings knives against my arms and whips on my back. My tears flowed down my cheeks like a waterfall. Than didn't stop coming. The man laughed as they beat me, and cut me, and threatened to kill me in the worse ways possible.
When finally George said, "Enough! My turn." The men all chuckled. I felt a had grab my hair, he pulled my back so he could look at my face, "You've turned soft. You're crying." he said mockingly.
The men roared out in laughter again and George silenced them. I spit out my blood onto his face, "Do your worse." I spat. He slapped me, hard against my cheek and I fell to the floor. He pulled out his whip and ready it to hit me. Right before it did I turned away.
"Stupid girl!" George frowned, "Let me have my fun!"
"Your drunk." I grunt. He pulls out a knife and comes after me I trip him and stand on top of him. Holding his arms behind his back. I took his knife, "You should be glad I don't stab you." I say handcuffing his arm to the car. His body still lying on the floor his arms behind him.
I turned to face the other men but to my surprise they all had their hands out for me to cuff them. I knew some had ran but the ones who stayed for the fight were to scared to move. First rule on how to win, make your opponent underestimate you.
After cuffing everyone (yeah that's right. I had that many handcuffs. Ever since the dream started I collected them so I could be safe than sorry) I went back to my neighbors house to get Cara. She ended up falling asleep so I stayed there for a while. My pain unbearable, the thoughts of me stabbing George rushed through like a waterside.
What if I did? Why didn't I? Should I? Could I? After all he still raised me. He was just drunk off his ass. It doesn't matter now, the cops already came and took him away. I wouldn't see him again unless he escapes. I hope he doesn't.
As I went to the bathroom I passed the kitchen. This was the part of the dream that scared me the most. I would always get closer and closer to the knife. Each time closer than the next. This time I picked it up. The knife cold on my hands. I pointed in on my chest. I never got this far into the dream, so I knew it was real. Could I actually do it? Do I want to?
Yes. I pushed down and the knife went through me. I gasped for air and closed my eyes. Never to open them again.
