Hate & love

Chapter 30

Authors note: okay, so thank you guys for all the reads, 700+... Thank you.

Dream~

"Hi, what's your name?" I asked a boy, who seemed to be around my age.

"I don't like my name, so i never will tell anybody, but call me S.a.d." the boy answers.

"S.a.d, sad? Are you sad?"

"Maybe, but I you don't have to care. I don't know you."

"Well, you can know me if you'd like." I say while laughing.

"Why are you laughing?"

"You sounded funny." I say still laughing.

"That's nice, but I don't care about you. You're just a weird person."

"How come you think that?" He made start crying.

"Look at yourself. You are how old, 8? And you're just so weird. You shouldn't be in this place, I'm here for my sister."

"But I'm not weird. What happen to your sister?"

"Stop being snoopy, crazy girl."

He really got on my nerves now. I charged at him knocking him down, I kept hitting him, over and over again.

He started screaming and crying.

Someone came to get me off of him. When they took him I laughed, and told him,

"I'm 6."

He was still crying, but I kept on laughing.

Good job. Wasn't that fun?

"Extremely. Hahaha." I started laughing harder and harder.

That was awesome.

Someone in my mind gave me an idea. I hit the guy who took me off of the boy. He got angry at me and brought me to a different room.

"Can i tell you a secret?" I ask

"Please, calm down." He doesn't want me to tell him my secret. That's rude.

"I want to tell you."

"Then go ahead."

"They always give me awesome ideas, once they made me stab my mommy, it was funny. Hearing her cry. It was like heaven."

He brought me to the room, and there were lots of other kids in there.

"Go ahead and talk them, they'll understand."

"Yay, ok, thanks."

I ran right in and he left.

I went to this one boy who was all alone in the corner. He was talking to someone, but I couldn't see who it was.

"Hi, who are you talking to?"

"My brother. See?" He points at nothing.

"No, I can't see him. But don't worry I see things my mom can't." I said.

"I hate my parents. My mom put me here, she's mean. My dad agreed, though."

"My mom's mean, too. She can't see my friends and hits me if they break something. She thinks it me."

"My mom doesn't hit me, but she gets made when my enemies break things, I hate them."

"You hate alot of things, don't you?"

"Just about everything." He laughs.

"I love my friends, they like me too. But some are mean."

"They are all mean. I only like him, my brother."

"I don't have a brother. Are they nice?"

"Sometimes, he kinda gets in my nerves, though."

"Ha, I want a brother. How old is he?"

"He's four. But he would've been 5 last month, too bad." He sounds sad.

"Do you have a sister?"

"No, thankfully."

I hit his arm, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"That I don't want a sister, that's all."

End dream~

I wake up. I instantly smile, remembering that day.