Dream Journal

26th Of December, 2014- Anon

My boyfriend was into drugs, and I was the girlfriend that stayed at home, hoping and waiting he would return.

This has happened before, and I swore I would never get involved, but as hard as I had tried in the past, I just couldnt leave him.

It was a risky business, and I realised that as I was waiting for him, in a house we bought together with our low income, struggling to pay off the mortage, but his drug habits getting enough money to scrape through. Even if I didnt like the situation I was involving myself in, the money was doing more for us than my job would.

There was a feeling, more like a tingling sensation, running up and down my neck, the feeling that something was going to happen.

Just as I knew something would go wrong, I heard the loud revs of a car engine. Thinking it was on the road near the house, I ignored it, until my boyfriend burst through the door, grabbing me and yelling to get out of the house.

"whats going on?" I asked multiple times, being ignored every single time until the revs grew louder that I guess what he was doing finally caught up to us.

The car drove into the front door, the impact too soft to knock the wall beside it open. As my scream wouldnt come out, my boyfriend shakes me, forcing my attention.

"someones after me," he confirmed what I had guessed, grabbing my hand and telling me to follow him.

The car ran, again, into the house, this time knocking the wall in, the car crashing into the loungeroom. I waited, in shock, to see someone get out of the car and walk towards us.

My boyfriend pulled me away with him before the man could see us, pulling me into a room. He got under the covers. And me, shaking, scared out of my mind, crawled in with him.

My mind was racing with what my future could have been had my boyfriends occupation been any better. Instead of a life, a career I dreamed of, I was dragged, and choose to stay in a place where my life was in danger.

I heard the door open and bit down on my trembling lips. Just as the cover pulled up and I jumped away, pulling my boyfriend with me, he held me in the spot.

They were working together, I realised as they both smiled. I pushed my way past them only to be dragged down onto the bed. My boyfriend, the once love of my life, worked in getting my clothes off. He didnt succeed. Anger and grief coursed through me, so I stood up, pushing both of them away, ran out the door and the hole in the side of my house, around the corner to look for help incase I was being followed.

But I wasnt, and I realised, noone was hearing my screams because there was noone on my street. The sky was black with cloud cover, and smoke was fogging up the street.

I was alone, as I spun in circles to see the damage, I noticed. There was noone left in the world.