Chapter One
Tonight's the night, I thought to myself, tonight's the night I die.
I'd been having the same dream for months now. At first, I thought it was just that, a dream, but I'd been having deja vu all day. Little things had been happening that had always happened in my dream. I decided to leave my parents watching TV and went to take a shower. I knew someone was going to come, but I didn't know who. I did know one thing, they were coming to kill me.
I was...excited. Is that weird? Aren't people normally scared to die?
As I sat under the warm water, I heard a lot of fighting downstairs. I didn't even cry, even though my parents were dead. It suddenly struck me as odd that I hadn't told anyone, even though I knew it was going to happen all day. But it was too late now.
I wondered what it would feel like to die. Would it hurt? Most likely, I answered myself.
I heard footsteps on the stairs.
Suddenly, it felt like someone had nailed my in the stomach and knocked the wind out of my. I coughed to regain my breath, but then I couldn't stop. I put my hand up to my mouth and pulled it away to find blood on it. It didn't stop coming. My legs started to go weak and I fell into the shower curtain and out of the tub. I wheezed, trying to take a breath. I could feel the blood coming out of my mouth and I saw it starting to pool around me.
Wow, I thought, starting to lose consciousness, that did hurt.
Suddenly I heard pounding on the door and then someone kicked it in.
Maybe I'm hallucinating, I thought to myself.
Two men entered and one starting going through drawers and cabinets while the other crouched next to me and put his hand on my neck... looking for a pulse?
Were my killers trying to save me?