The Boy with Green Eyes

Every Sunday

It is 10:27 am. My dads gone...probably on the lake. I wake up with my SpongeBob nerd pants and the messiest bun in the world. My stomach growls yearning for some breakfast. I walk down the stairs tripping over my little brother Gabe's hulk figurine. He laughs hysterically. I walk toward the kitchen to make some coffee. The same two sugars, one cream. "Summer, make some sunny side eggs with bacon." Gabe ordered. He smiles wide with his cute dimples on his face. I turn to the refrigerator and grab some eggs. My phone goes off

RILEY: hey wat up?
SUMMER: nothing wanna come over?
RILEY: sure be there in 10

I hear a knock on the door. I turn to see who it is. A man with the glass eye bangs on the door and has a Winchester Model 70 ( a gun basically ) how should I know, who cares. I grab Gabe and pull him upstairs. "What's going on!" Gabe says nervously. "Go in your room and lock the door!! NOW!!" I say panicking. The alarm goes off. I grab a pocket knife and hide in the hidden attic that only Dad and I know about. Go into a closet and hide in a hidden door where the is a four digit code. I enter 3702 and go in. I hear 4 gunshots and I fall to the floor, crying my eyes out. Then I see Riley staring at me, screaming and dials 911. Next thing I know I wake up in a hospital bed. I have a stabbing pain on my upper back. The beep of the monitor soothes me and I go back to sleep.

That's the story I tell to every therapist I have including this one...