The unexpected

The night my dream came true.

chapter 1

As the sun fell and the night grew darker.I became sleepily,weak eyes,head dropping down slowly till I was gone.Fast asleep on my pillow,I drifted in to this deep sleep,nothing could wake me now. Then it happened,it all felt so real the breeze ice cold suffocating me this room I was trapped in. Then there was him the man I feared every time he became close,his breath was warm as he spoke so close to me the way he pushed me in to the corner and told me to stay there not to move,I was alone.I tried to speak but I was only speechless nothing was coming out.I felt like I was screaming crying but nothing would wake me.As I felt like crying screaming for help nothing,nobody was anywhere to be seen just me here.i didn't even have a single clue were I was when suddenly I heard voices ,whispers then the voices grew higher and the high pitched voices pierced my ears. There was this fall of dead silences and then I woke.

Time will reveal all.

As I woke up,I sat there looking around my dark empty room to see or hear anything which would help me work out what was happening in my dreams?I mean come on its not like this is normal,right? i just want to know,who is this man?where am I ?why am I so terrified?and what am I doing here?

All of theses questions to which I still needed answers to,but where would I get them,I mean nothing seemed to add up. That's when I realise the mans face was hidden behind a mask in my dream,I had no clue who he was.I need to fall back to sleep to try and try to take this mans mask away ,and reveal ,reveal it all.

But no matter how hard I tried I just couldn't sleep the thought of being put back in that place alone,scared me to death ,just killed me inside.So instead I laid still with this pity empty feeling inside me for the rest of the night.

All about me.

See I'm just a a young boy age 15 . I loved life till one day,my dad left and things got seriously my mum would come home depressed ,with her body full of alcoholic fluids,And well I just had to deal with it all,see my room was the only way I could get away from all of this but still nothing could keep the thought of my dad out of my mind,he was there even if I didn't know much about him. See you'd think my dad must be a great man?oh no!Well let me tell you this he's far from the man I'd want to call my dad but I guess I'm made to. See my dad,well he wasn't a nice man,the thought of him made me feel sick inside,yet some of the things didn't add up about him why when he told my mum he finishes work at 6pm ,and yet he still just abouts drags himself through the door at gone 11pm I don't get it still,and it's to dark for him to walk home from town (that's where he works)I mean all the lights go off at 8.30pm now (for legally reasons) and shops shut at 6pm so what was his business being in town?

The morning after.