Brothers
"Oh shit!", I jolted myself awake from another nightmare.
"Yo Brandon, you alright bro?"
Patrick, my brother came running into my room upon hearing me scream.
"Yea man, im fine, thanks."
With that he left and went back to sleep. Now these nightmares of mine didn't just come out of thin air. It all started when we lost our father. The year is 2013, Patrick and I were visting our dad for his birthday which was on July 4th or Independence Day. All three of us were in his jeep and we were just driving around, enjoying the Summer breeze. But something happened. A 4x4 came on our left side and rammed us, hard. The jeep flipped over tossing us around. We reluctantly flipped over but all suffered injuries. I was bruised and bleeding from both my arms, Patrick was bleeding and bruised but couldn't move his legs right. But Dad had it the worst, he had been impaled by a bar holding the roof in place. He laid there just breathing slightly with blood gushing all over him.
"Dad" I barely muttered
"Dad" I repeated
"Dad!" I screamed with all the breath I had left.
"Wha-what happened" He began coughing up blood.
"Oh- what the fuck happened?" I heard Patrick saying behind us.
"Get out- get ou-t no-w" Dad whispered. I kicked on the door as hard as I could until it finally busted down. I crawled out then reached in and helped Patrick pull himself out.
"Alright dad, your turn." I said reaching for his hand.
Be-behind you son." He croaked
"wha-" WHAM!
All Went Black.