Life's
A Dream
by
David
M,
Oakville, Ontario, Canada, Age 18
I woke up,
my ears ringing, head pounding sweat rolling off of my face "it
was a dream...only a dream" it felt so real. I sit up straight
in my bed trying to gather my thoughts and compose myself; my ears
perk as my attention is drawn to a faint yet repeating sound, seems
to be coming from the bathroom. "Strange, mom and dad can't
be up at this hour" I get up, open my door and walk out into
the hall and head towards the bathroom, the sound grows stronger
I recognize it now it's the bathroom tap, I'm sure I turned it off
before I went to sleep and had closed the door which was now left
ajar. I push the door and turn the lights on and the sight that
met my eyes horrified me to speechlessness, in the area around the
sink and on the floor was covered in blood, "oh my god"
were the first words out of my mouth I couldn't believe what I was
seeing, how could this have gotten here? When I could finally feel
my legs again my first initial thought was "Mom...Dad"
but no sooner did the thought occur I heard a loud thump, something
heavy had hit the floor.
Without
hesitation I made my way quickly yet quietly to my parents room
downstairs, I got to their door and pressed my ear against it listening
for something, anything. I heard nothing and immediately I knew
something was wrong, because dad could wake up half of Toronto with
his snoring. I push the door open slowly I'm not sure what to expect,
but what I saw I'll never forget to this day. The scream that erupted
from my throat didn't even sound human but something you would expect
from a wounded animal, my parents, my beloved parents now lay murdered
brutally in their room. My mother on the floor with one of our kitchen
knives buried deep in her stomach blood was all over the room. My
dad laid on the bed...his head! Where was his head? I can't believe
it. I don't understand who could have done this, my head became
light and my stomach felt queasy, I was going to be sick.
I stumbled
out of the room trying to make it to the phone. I had to call the
cops or something, my head just felt confused I couldn't think clearly,
my heart was beating out of my chest to the point it hurt, I could
hardly breath. Every time I shut my eyes I could see the gruesome
sight. That's when I heard a great crashing sound from the kitchen,
the dishes being broken and scuffling of someone's feet. Whoever
did this was still in the house, fear turned to rage and all logical
thinking went out the window I now had a thirst for revenge even
if my fate ended up like that of my parents, I didn't care anything
to stop the pain. I reach into the closet where all my baseball
gear is kept and reached for my bat and gripped it tightly in my
hands and made my way to the kitchen. The crashing sounds continued,
as I peered into the moonlit kitchen I saw the person responsible
for the rage that burned within me, I couldn't make out if it was
male or female, I didn't care all I wanted was to connect the bat
that I clutched to the back of his head. "You son of a bitch!!!
I'll kill you" were the words that bellowed out of my mouth,
the figure turned around and without warning bounded at me with
unreal agility and caught me completely off guard.
The figure
tackled me without me being able to swing once with my bat. We both
hit the floor hard I struggled with all of my strength to fight
him off, only realizing he was male due to his size and strength,
and with the most inhuman force pinned my hands down above me with
one hand and from behind his back gleamed a knife long and sharp
"No! Please don't!" I yelled but my cries fell upon deaf
ears. He raised the knife high and brought it down into my chest
with so much force I didn't feel the pain right away, twice more
he did this, my body growing colder breath leaking out of my chest,
my vision became cloudy "mom, dad.... I love you" would
be my last words spoken on this planet, and as the moons light hit
my killers face what I saw amazed me right as the last breath drew
and I lay lifeless on the kitchen floor...the face...was my own.
I woke
up, my ears ringing, head pounding sweat rolling off of my face
"it was a dream...only a dream" it felt so real. I sit
up straight in my bed trying to gather my thoughts and compose myself;
my ears perk as my attention is drawn to a faint yet repeating sound,
seems to be coming from the bathroom...
