I suddenly woke up at 3:00am and realized that I was burning hot with my clothes drenched in sweat. I always have nightmares but never remember what they are about. But this one was trying to tell me something, something important but something that i don't understand. I got up, had a quick cold shower, changed then hit the pillow and in no time, I was asleep.
My name is Toby and I am 23 and my father died when I was 6 from a heart attack. Now I am left with my mum and I have one relative but they are on the other side of the world to us and barely support us. But we are still surviving.
I woke up to hear something crash to the ground and my mum give a screech. I ran to the kitchen to see what happened but she just dropped a glass. She didn't look very happy.
"That was my favorite glass!" She wined,
"Don't worry you have plenty of them just in the cupboard." I told her.
She looked at me and asked me to clean it up for her. I complained at first but just did it because I knew I would end up doing it anyways.
Once I was done she said that she was going to the market to go get milk for breakfast. I insisted to drive because now that she is getting old, she shakes a lot and also doesn't pay attention to the road.
We go to an abandoned market where there are alot of poor and homeless people who stay there. That is why I dont let her go alone, it's not the best area for old people to be walking alone.
I found a parking right by the path, my mums favorite parking spot and we walked to the door while being watched and begged by from people on the ground.
We walking through the squeaking door, grabbed a basket, and walked straight to the fridge. When we got there, there was a man standing in the way and he didn't look nice at all. He had tattos all over his arms and had scars everywhere. My mum asked him to move and when he turned I wished we had waited a little longer.
He gave me a hard stare and a saw his hand turn into a fist. I knew that I could fight, But I've never trained with someone with muscles like him. I told my mother to get the milk while I distract him and so I took a few steps back and he walked forward, then I had the perfect plan. I started to run for it and hit things on the shelves as I went. He jumped over the first few things until I accidentally pulled the whole shelf. It dropped right on him and I hesitated to help him but realised my mother was alone so I went to find her at the till. As we walked out I didn't say one word.
