"I hate you. You're such a burden."
My brother stood over me with his face contorted in anger. Never before had I seen his eyes filled with such hate.
"Why are you doing this, Feli?!"
"What? Telling the truth? You tried so hard to get out of our house and yet you wasted 4 years of your life for a useless degree and here you are again. Did you think I'd let you mooch off of me forever? You're so stupid!"
"Feli, stop it!"
"Hahaha!"
His laughter went from his usual dopey giggle to something deep and horrifying. I woke with a shout covered in my own sweat. Ew. I rolled out of bed and made my way into the living room. For once the couch was clear. It was no doubt covered in the remnants of vomit. I threw a towel across the cushions and turned on the TV. It was a dumb dream but damn did it shake me. Mostly because it was true.
Things had mostly gone back to normal. Work was once again boring and mundane. I actually kind of missed all the demons and shit. And I missed sleeping. The nightmares were getting worse. The bags under my eyes were big enough to lug Alfred's Monster Energy Drink tabs collection that lived on his bedroom floor. I only had 2 more hours before work.