I was standing there, by the pool. I glanced at him, then turned away. We both despised each other. He was part of a group of early-teens, this group and I absolutely hated each other to no end. They picked on me, abused me and bullied me. He had brown, dusty hair and very light brown eyes. My eyes were locked with his, but only for a short second. I didn't know what his group's name was, or his name, though. I'm sure he knew mine.
I turned and walked inside. I took a short ciesta on the couch with my kitty, Sonia. She has a short, brown coat and very thick black spots and stripes. She absolutely adored me, so she was never far behind. Once I finally managed to wake up, I had decided to play minecraft with my new laptop. I had spawned underwater, so deep that I could barely see. But I could see reflections on my screen perfectly fine. My own light violet eyes stared back at me until I realized...there was a dusty brown haired teen Behind me holding up what looked like a thick sword ready to slice through my right shoulder blade. I was baffled. I slowly got up, he was still holding the sword up, and I inched closer. I was holding a giant meat cleaver in my right hand; how it magically appeared there I have no clue. But I was ready for the random battle. I kicked him down with strength and force I had no idea I had posessed myself. I had my foot on his chest, and he was breathing very heavily. I held up my meat cleaver. "heh heh heh..." I smiled a sadistic grin that showed no traces of any sanity whatsoever. "goodnight. B*tch."
These were the last words he had ever heard. I held up my meat cleaver and began to pound at his stomach with it. Blood flew everywhere, staining my face and weapon. I laughed maniacally as his insides spilled everywhere across the floor. He barely even looked human any more. I stood there, beside the wet red mess. When I had finished laughing, I had no clue. I dropped the cleaver with a *clank* against the red-stained hardwood floor. Backing away from the corpse of the mysterious young boy, I left tracks of blood across the ground. I clung to the wall, sinking to my knees. One hand covered my right eye, the other outstretched, grasping the wall behind me. "I...I...what...happened..." I thought to myself as all of the last, small remnants of my beloved sanity leaked out.
I opened my eyes to see the ceiling wishing me a good morning. "that was...the...I can't tell if that was the best or worst dream I've had...all I know is that was very...intense." I thought to myself. My brother, Alfred, suddenly barged in as he does most mornings. He's so... Happy. All the time. He smiled at me. "Matt, time for breakfast!" he had said in a surprisingly quiet tone. I smiled as well as I hurried downstairs, wavy blond strands of hair falling in my face and mr. Kumajiro, my white bear, in my arms. The sweet smell of pancakes and maple syrup, my favorite morning meal, overwhelmed my senses. This was going to be an interesting day.