"Talk."
This was after the nightmare. No human deserved to have such graphic dreams … which I guess made sense, considering I didn't exactly qualify as "human". I could always volunteer that little comment to my already-pissed older brother – then the real nightmares would begin.
He was standing over me, a darkly ominous yet comforting shadow in a room bathed with the stench of fear and sweat. Comforting, sure, but right now I could've done without it. He repeated himself: "Talk."
"What? I'm not allowed to have a frigging nightmare?" I could still hear my raw screams in my throat, and I was shivering so hard I was practically shaking the bed. Not this kind of nightmare.
"Something is going on that you don't want me to know about. Tell me what it is."
No. Damn it, no! Angry words burst out of me before I could think – "Damn it, Nik, there's nothing to tell, can't you just leave me alone?" Yeah, like hell Niko would do something like that.
Unfortunately the yelling didn't end there.