I was running. Away from my father… He never tried to hurt me, up until now. I ran and ran until I couldn't anymore.
"I got you now, Sophie!" he said, and held the knife to my chest, and-
I bolted upright, clenching the sheets so tight my knuckles where white. My heart was racing and I was covered in a cool sweat. I looked at the clock on my nightstand. 2:47 am. I shakily rose from my bed and wandered out into the hallway and into the darkness.
"Dad?" I called, because the kitchen light was on. "Cry?"
My dad, the famous you-tuber Cryaotic, was sitting at the kitchen table. His mask was off, as usual when it was just me and him around.
"What's wrong Soph? Had a bad dream?" he asked, and motioned for me to come over and sit with him. I nodded, and he shook his head.
"You have got to stop playing all of those zombie games." he said.
"Dad, it wasn't about zombies, it was you… chasing me." I responded, and his eyes grew wide. He opened his mouth as if about to say something, but quickly closed it. His green eyes softened. He lifted his hand and stroked my cheek.
"You know you look a lot like Felix." he said, and laughed softly. It's true. My hair is the same dirty blonde, I'm tall and kind of have some muscle, but the only difference is I'm a girl and have my father's green eyes.
"Dad, how come your up this late?" I asked, and looked down at the floor. He chuckled.
"Oh, just finishing up some paper work. Then, I'm off to bed. If you want, you can sleep in my bed tonight." he said with a smile. Even thought I'm 12, he still lets me sleep in his bed sometimes when I have bad days or am feeling sad and lonely.
"Thanks dad," I say, and kiss his forehead. "goodnight."
"Goodnight Sophie. Sleep tight." he replies, and I shuffle back down the hallway darkness and into his bedroom. I crawl under the covers, and fall into a peaceful sleep.