BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG.
"EVERYONE IN THE POOL HOUSE!"
The only thing to be heard was screams and whistles blaring. Get on the floor they said. And that's what we did. Dozens of boys, girls, and parents huddling inside the small building for shelter. All except for me. I was banging on the door begging for them to let me in. I was previously under water during the call, eyes closed and still to see just how long I was able to hold my breath. By the time I came up no one was there. I was alone. And I was scared. I heard sirens and saw some one jumping over the pool fence with a gun. I continued banging and banging. The person was starting to advance towards me. Police came running. I was screaming. The mystery shooter was a few feet away and he pointed his gun to me. Tears were streaming down my face, my back against the door as I slid down to the ground. I closed my eyes when I thought he was going to shoot-
Apparently I was screaming. My sister had woken me up. I was in a cold sweat, panting and trembling. Tears were streaming down my face like a waterfall as I lunged to wrap my arms around her. My sobs were loud, and they racked through my body. My sister stroked my hair as she held me close, my mom coming moments later. She turned on my bedside lamp that seemed to illuminate most of my side of the room. I could barley see her with all my tears as she had my sister let go so she was able to hold me.
"Nightmare?" She kissed my forehead, tucking my wild blonde hairs behind my ear.
"Y-Yes. The s-same o-one."
You see, a week ago there was a shooting at the city pool. And to my luck, I was the only one in my immediate family there at the time, while everyone else was at home. My mom thought it would be nice for me to hang out with my friends and a few distant cousins. Things had kinda gone as how my dream was, minus the fact that the shooter didn't come close to me. But I really did have to beg for them to let me in. Fortunately they did, but it took a mental toll on me. This explains what was going on and junk.
But never mind that. My mom soon calmed me down and left me to rest in the room with my sister, who was already back to sleep in her own bed, like she had done every time this happened. I stared at her blankly for a while before reaching over and turning out the light, just to fall back onto my bed and enjoy the rest of the night without sleep. Thank God it was summer.