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Chapter 3

My eyes are shut. The heartbeat gets faster. I can hear all kinds of loud and unpleasant sounds. Ahh my head is throbbing, what's going on? I am starting to get anxious. Where am I? Buzzing from a right ear gets worse. How did this happen? Finally, I opened my eyes. All I see is my hands covered with sticky liquid. What have I done? I raised my head trying to recognize the place. I wonder around the house for a bit. It seems no one is in here.

-Hello? Is anybody there?

Not a word you can hear. I was walking up the stairs, the first room I saw seems to be a boys bedroom. It had toys spread out on the floor, the bed was in the middle of the room and the only window was right above it.

I squatted down to get a toy but as I did that I can feel sharp pain from my stomach. With a reflex I covered it with my hand trying to loose the pain. I took my shirt off and saw that it wasn't someone else's blood. It was mine.

-Why do you always try to run away when we both know I will find you?

A sudden noise filled the room, it was someone speeking. By the voice I could say it was a grown up man. I could hear his steps, they were getting closer to me. Who's this person? I tried to turn around so I could see his face, but he put a barrel on my head preventing me to do so. I panicked. I looked around the room to see something useful for punching him.

-Who do you think you are!? Ha!? Running away from me isn't the best idea!?

He was shouting, I leaned my head on my knees as I covers my ears with my hands. I don't like when someone's shouting. Tears started to fall off my eyes. Suddenly, I was grabbed by the man who had his hands on my throat pushing me to the closest wall.

-Crying like a baby! Call out for your mother now! But you know what? She's not going to help you anymore! Cause she's dead!

He started laughing like a maniac. The smell of his mouth is strong. It was clear he was drunk. He doesn't know what is he doing. A man in his late 50s had wrinkles, thin mouth with brown hair, that was messed up, like him. I couldn't do anything under his grip. After his laughter went down, his eyes went stern looked at me with all his hatred. I'm scared of this man. My hands started to shake. Then I heard small footsteps following with a soft voice.

-Daddy?

My eyes widened. In a second the man turned around towards the boy. He was approaching him with a smile telling him to go to his room. I don't know who the two of them are. But I need to get this boy safe and out of the hands of his dad. If this man has killed someone as he's claiming, then killing this boy who looked exactly like him won't be a problem. I need to save him. I looked around the room again while I was trying to calm myself down. I kept telling myself to think as clear as I can.

-I need to do something, I'm going to come to your room later, okay?

He said that with a fake softness in his voice. The boy listened to him and went to the direction of his room apparently. Now! I took a chair and hit him on a head as hard as I could.

-You piece of shit!

He immediately turned around aiming to my head with his pistol. I grabbed his hand trying to take the gun from him so I could shoot, but he was too strong and punched me in the face with his other hand. I fell down on a the floor hitting my head hard.

-You know what? You're going to watch your brother die for the punishment and it will be all your fault!

He ran in the direction where the boy headed a while ago. Even though I have a huge headache. I knew I needed to save him. I ran to where he was headed, and jumped on him knocking him down. I punched as hard as I could. He dropped the gun and the fight just started. He rolled me over punching and making bruises on my face, but I managed to hit his crotch which was effective, because he fell off me. Then I took several kicks to his stomach and head, and then he started to bleed everywhere. I looked at the boy's room to see him half hiding behind the wall. I went to him bending down at his level just to see that he us extremely shaking. I told him that everything will be alright and hugged him. I looked back and saw the man standing with blood all over him smiling and holding a gun in his hands. My eyes widened but before I could react.

Boom!

I got up from my dream with sweat on my face and a fast heartbeat. I covered my face with my hands letting a loud and deep sigh. I was wondering when will these nightmares come to an end. I took some pills and a glass of water to ease down the pain, after that I went to the bathroom to have a shower and to relax. While showering I was trying not to think about the dream, as I startedbto clean myself up I felt a scar on my stomach, I ran my fingers to feel if it's realy real.

When did I get this one? How is this possible? I don't remember getting one. Then in a slight second the dream came back to my mind.