The room was silent. Everyone was dead. Blood of all shades covered the walls and floor. Condescension had finally won. John stood there quietly sobbing. Blood mixed with his tears, and they burned his cuts. He looked around. John dropped to his knees. He cried louder then. Then he felt a hand on his shoulder. This made him jump. He turned slowly to see Dave holding something behind his back. Dave's glasses were broken. One lens fell out. His face was covered in blood.
Dave quietly whispered something "Happy birthday John."
Then Dave pulled out a cake. It was pink with one candle in the middle. Dave placed it on the floor beside him, and then he collapsed. He closed his eyes slowly. Then John thought. It was over. There was no more to fight about. John curled up beside Dave. He closed his eyes and drifted away. Then he woke up. He was in his bed. The morning light shined through the clear window. John got up slowly. Then he examined his body. There were no cuts, bruises, or anything. He only had on his clothes. He looked at the date. It was April 13. He thought to himself.
"Was this nightmare all a dream?"
He turned and saw some presents at the foot of his bed.