Chapter One
I look down at my feet after a sudden black out. I woke up lying on the floor not knowing where I was. Everywhere I looked I saw blood and puzzled I look at my clothes. Once again BLOOD. Once more I looked around hoping to find something. A weapon or a body. Nothing. Then I look behind me. My heart drops. Lying died on the floor was my bested friend, Johnny. I tried to scream but nothing. Than I heard a voice. "Samantha! Samantha! Wake up!" I opened my eyes to find my sister April over me. "You were scream and look you even woke up in a cold sweat."
I had looked around I was in my room again. I felt like crying. April looked at me and said "Did you have another nightmare again?"
I had been having nightmares of the death of Johnny with everything covered in blood and in each one I was the killer. And after each one I try to understand why I would ever kill him.
Johnny has been my best friend since kindergarten. I feel like I can tell him anything and most of the time I do. I talk more to him then I do my own mom. If I ever had a problem he was the first one I called to talk to about it. And the more I think about it he was more like a brother then even my own brother. And I have tried everything to get rid of the nightmares. And I mean everything. I've tried asking god, I've tried dream catchers; I've even tried a dream box. Nothing has worked. These dreams scare me more every time I have them because I would never want to lose Johnny. Every since I was little I have had what I thought was all was I dream later come true. Like when I was eight I had a dream were my cat, Boots, was going to get ran over by a Jaguar. It was so clear I felt like I was standing right there watching it. Then two days later I was playing in the yard with Boots and then I happened but after it was over my sister cried but I all I could do is stare.
When I got older I tried to understand it more by talking to my mom about it and she just changed the subject and every time I brought it up she would again change the subject. Even now that I think about she always looked a little scared when I would ask her about it. I always had that gut feeling that she was hiding something from me. A lot of times I wish I could read her mind and find out the truth but I guess that will never happen. I ran downstairs to talk to my mom in hope that she would tell me something this time. I ran all over the house looking for her. Then finally found her in the kitchen cooking pancakes. "Mom... mom...it happened...again."
I said trying to catch my breath. Mom looked up from her cooking and said "Oh dear don't be silly. It's just a dream. We have gone over this a hundred times. Besides we have a huge family reunion today."
I rolled my eyes. Great, just what I needed. I huge family gathering. My family feels that they see each other enough of each other so every year we have a lame family reunion. We all eat and play games and try to be a normal family. I use to ask why we even had them and my grandma would say that if we spend time together that we went grow apart and become a psycho family like what the world seem to be turning into. But in a way she's right. My family knows everything about each other and most of us get along. But as my brain snapped back I realized that my mom was avoiding my comment again. Then she looked up from her pan and put on a huge fake smile. "Now go on. Go get dressed and I'll have breakfast ready in a little while.
As I started up the stairs I saw my sister at the top. She could see in my face that once again I had lost at getting though to our mom. In a very sarcastic voice I said "Guess what fun loving thing we get to do today?"
She looked at me and I could see here brain working overtime to figure it out. Then it popped in to her I could even see her little light bulb light up. Then her smile from figuring it out fell and I see her frown. She spun around and throw her arms in the air. I could even hear cussing and saying why. She had the same feelings I had about it. I walked into my room digging through my closet looking for something thing to wear. I finally found a pair of my black shredded jeans and a black my chemical romance t-shirt. Then I flopped on my bad trying to gather my thoughts. What was wrong with me? Why was I having these dreams? Then before I knew it my mom knocked on my door and told me to come and eat. I sat at the table and looked at my family. A mom, a sister, and a brother but no dad. I had only seen my dad's face once but even that was a blare to me now. I never really knew much about my dad. I only knew that he was gone now.