I closed the front door behind me. The images of Orbell Sensei's childhood kept flashing before my eyes. When walking home I had seen dozens more. My head was pounding. I hadn't a clue as to what was going on or how I had even seen those things. It was simply bizarre and the more I saw the more my head hurt. I had decided a long time ago not to tell my parents about my dreams anymore and didn't intend to tell them of this development either. They had enough to worry about without my problems and I didn't want them to know now. I was their 'perfect son' and I didn't want that to change. When I was younger and the nightmares had been near constant they had looked at me as if I were a freak, as if there was something wrong with me that needed to be fixed. After a while I simply stopped telling my parents about them, they didn't ask and soon it was no longer spoken about. My parents had probably just been thankful that I was no longer having disturbing dreams and would have nothing to feel ashamed about anymore. I didn't want to face that again. This was something I would deal with by myself, just like always.
"I'm home" I announced, slipping off my shoes in the entryway.
"Hello dear" My mother called from the kitchen. "We're having miso soup for dinner"
"Okay" I replied and headed up the stairs to me bedroom.
I swayed slightly as entered my room, a sudden wave of dizziness washed over me. After setting my bag down and taking off my jacket I made my way to bed. My eyes felt heavy as I lay down. Sleeping during the day wasn't something I usually did, it broke my studying schedule, however I couldn't help just how tired I was. I drifted off into a restless slumber.
The man was short with dark hair and eyes to match. He grasped a gun in his right hand. Beside him the children cowered, their teachers did what they could to calm them with little success.
"Shut up!" The man roared.
The children whimpered and cried in fear. The sound of police sirens and the rotors of helicopters could be heard. The man's eyes were wild as he frantically searched for a way to escape. His face contorted into a pain filled grimace and he gasped for breath. With fumbling hands, he clutched his chest. He toppled to the ground and lay unmoving.
29th of March, xxxx
I opened my eyes, I was short of breath and was covered in sweat. I hadn't had a nightmare of someone's death in a long time. The man's dying face wouldn't be leaving me any time soon. Many of the nightmares ended with a date, this was when the person would die, at least according to the dream. The 29th was tomorrow's date.
"Light dinner" My mother informed.
Groggily, I rose and went downstairs.
