Chapter 2: Nightmare
Time: 5:03 PM
Date: Monday, April 5th, 1998
Location: Stairway (Home)
YOUR POV…
As you walked down the stairs you took a deep breath. You had a feeling that this wasn't going to end well, but you ignored it. You went to the dining room to find Dustin reading a magazine. "Guns and Ammo" it said on the cover. You shuddered. That magazine was the last thing that a nutcase like him needed.
FF TO END OF DINNER…
Finally, you worked up enough courage to speak to your stepfather. "Sir?" You began asking for his permission to speak. "What?" he answered. You said to him, "I was just wondering if I could have your permission to stay at school a little late tomorrow so I could hang out with some people."
"How long?" he asked.
"Not long. Maybe an hour or two." you said hopefully.
"Fine. You can stay for a while but you must be back by 5. Otherwise, you go to bed without supper." he said. Your heart skipped a beat.
"Thank you!" you said relieved. You then excused yourself.
Time: 11:52 AM
Date: Monday, April 5th, 1998
Location: Your Bedroom
STILL YOUR POV…
You were in bed. You had been sleeping for about 2 hours when you woke up trembling and sweating cold sweat from a horrible nightmare. It was the same nightmare that you have had for the last 9 years only this time it was strangely more vivid. This was your nightmare:
You were floating over the smoldering remains of your house. For some reason in the dream you couldn't move. Your body moved by itself. Soon you were on the ground and you begin to walk towards the house. You weren't sure why you were doing this. It was as if something was controlling you. Guiding you to the inferno. As you walked toward the house you saw two paramedics carrying body bags. Two of them. Suddenly a medic dropped one and it opened. You then saw your father. Your real father, horribly burned by the inferno. As he looked at you with sightless open eyes you woke up, still haunted by his gaze.
For some reason, every time you had that dream it got more vivid and more graphic. You then tried to fall asleep again. It was difficult, but after an hour or two, sleep entered you again. This time there were no nightmares, but the mental image of your father haunted you for the rest of the night, just as it had for 9 years.
To Be Continued…