"Why are you showing me this brother?"
Images of horrible murders raced through his mind. All his loved ones easily falling to the ground. No one was sparred, except himself. Feeling hypnotized, the boy awoke, sweat gliding down his face.
'It was all just a dream.' thought the boy, trying to forget the painful scarring that was put on him that one day. He looked over at his clock.
"Damn it." was all he could say after reading the immensely dull clock which read, '1:47 AM.'
The boy hadn't been able to sleep well recently and the effect was slowly hurting him. A few days ago training alone, he passed out due to the suppressing amount of sleep. Slowly the boy started to get up from his almost useless bed and looked out the window.
Nothing but the dark of the night. Sometimes he wished his loved ones were there to view the darkness with him; help him. Mentally sighing he started to walk to the kitchen which was rather unkempt. Feeling the darkness grow around him, he placed the object he had grabbed onto the table and slowly did some hand signs and, almost instantly, a flame blew from his mouth and onto the object, which happened to be a candle.
He started walking around the house, trying to rid of the restlessness he felt when something out of the ordinary happened. Breaking the silence, a high pitched voice screamed; the noise coming from the front porch. The already awakened boy ran to the door and cautiously opened the door with a kunai knife in hand, ready to use in case of trouble.
When he opened the door it most certainly not was what he expected. Well, for some part at least. The scream must have come from the dark object (since he left the candle on the table) on the ground which he guessed was a girl that, although difficult to tell, looked around his age. He asked her if she was okay, but without the reply made, he figured she was unconscious and picked her up carrying her to his couch.
'Why do all the weird things happen to me?' he thought, once again mentally sighing.
