~All the Wrong Reason's~ (Unsure weather or not to continue)

Chapter 3

So I know it took me forever to get this chapter up. Please bear with me, You guys are amazing. Please Vote, Comment, and give me your feedback:) With love, Skyler.

*Nothing is as fake as reality.*

“It was darkness, complete darkness. It enveloped me like night. I took in a labored breath when I heard breathing begin behind me. With a quick decision I clenched my fists and turned myself around coming face to face with my worst nightmare.

“Hello there Nephew,” my uncle said with venom tipped words that made my chest scream with fear and my eyes blur with tears. His face was solid and unreadable, which made me clench at all sense of reality even more.  

Grasping at every  good thing in my life to build up courage to speak I spit out my reply, “Go away! No.... Go to HELL!”

My uncle winked then stepped closer to me closing the space between us, I resisted every urge to run, every urge to scream, every urge to fall to the ground and succumb to my past. Pushing off memories, knowing they would invade my mind if I let them through my barriers.

Fighting against it all I backed away from my uncle, then I took note of my surroundings. Justin was behind my uncle, his... He was laying on the ground his body still, his chest unmoving. I noticed the chilling smile on my uncles face. Shaylee was farther away in the distance screaming, her mother Lucy holding her back. Lucy had tears streaming down her face, Shaylee screamed and thrashed. She cursed at my uncle and cursed at me for lying to her.

Nothing was changing the fact my uncle was stepping closer to me. Then I noticed my father in the corner.... He was still and motionless, blood covering his head. Images of my mother flooded my mind making my knees go weak. My past was in my future....

My uncle turned to me, a pistol in his hand. I was scared. My eyes blurred, then I realised three people were missing from my nightmare. My mother, My sister, and My aunt.

Sensing that none of this was real I took control. Feeling so full of courage and control I walked towards my uncle my voice not my own, “You shall burn in the Depths of Hell for what you have done Luther White. You have molested your loved ones,” I said stepping closer to him. “You have Shed your OWN blood,” my voice got louder as I got angrier.

“Most of all you have betrayed everyone that loved you,” The last words caught me off guard and they burned me deep and hard.

“And for this,” I said my voice barely a whisper.

I took in a breath, “You will forever be alone.”

My uncle seemed to grow from my insecurity, he pulled the pistol up and aimed it at me. Then my entire past coursed through my head leaving me weak and sending me tumbling to my knees. A shot rang out and I fell to the ground my head pulsing and my vision going black. Warm fluid ran down my face making it so I couldn't see. I took in a breath and froze noticing I didn't feel pain”  

My chest hurt as I woke up, silent scream’s trying to escape my body. I felt the front of my head out of reaction to being shot in my dream. My hands shook as I moved aside the curtains and looked out into the dark night. “So much for being the tough and  popular guy in school,” I said to myself as I rubbed sleep from my eyes.  

I turned and scanned the clock on my side table, it read three o’clock. Silently I walked to the kitchen and got a glass of water hoping it would calm my nerves. As I walked back my room I heard my phone ring. Determined not to let it wake up my dad I hurried to answer it.

“Hello????” I said grabbing my cell phone off my head stand and checking the number that had called me.

I heard a intake of breath and a door shut, “Thank God, I got the right number.”