So I had the worst nitemare EVER.

I don’t remember the begining of the dream too well. What I can remember is I was about to get in the shower. I took my shirt off, turned around, and there was my math teacher and a small bit of my math class. “What are you doing in here?!” I asked. My math teacher asked me a math question. I shrugged, put my shirt on, and answered. I sat down, and one of the kids in my math class, Steve, got pulled out of class by a security guard for having a tamagatchi in class. He came back and showed me the tamagatchi, and it was the most bizare, cracked out tamagatchi I had ever seen. Then my math teacher left the room.

Joanna had gone on a field trip. Don’t ask me how I knew this, I just did. She came home, and I heard the teachers screaming out in the hallway. I opened the bathroom door and saw my 8th grade history teacher, Ms. Esposito, screaming at the head of the Gelinas histoyr department. He shoved her into the bathroom and locked her in. She looked at me, crying. Told me that she wasted her life becoming a history teacher. “Espo…that’s not true..you’re a great teacher..” I tried to tell her. Not sure what to say to my crying teacher. Everyone else in the bathroom told me to be quiet, something was going on. My mom burst into the bathroom. “EVERYONE, INTO THE CARS!!” she shouted. We all raced into the cars. “Mom, where are we going?” I asked. “AWAY!” “Away where?” “AWAY! AND WE’RE NOT COMING BACK!!” “Why the hell not?! Did you get in a fight with Dad again? Turn around, if you’re going to drag me off to ‘away’ I want my stuff. I’m going to need clothes, my computer, my stuff…” “Fine.” My mom radioed Espo and another car, saying she was going back to her haus to get stuff for the kids. So we turned around. I saw my dad waiting in the driveway. I rolled down the window. “Dad, what the hell is going on? Did she get in a fight with you again?” My dad reached into the window with a knife and stuck it into my mouth. I stared at him in shock. He cut my lip, and I felt blood pour into my mouth. Then, kinda slowly, he looked at the blood on the knife, and used it to cut his hand. Then went in to cut me again. I grabbed the knife from him. He grabbed another from his back pocket. I took that one away from him. Then he started cutting the skin on his knucles away with a bread knife. “GET US THE FUCK OUT OF HER!!” I screamed at my mom. She backed out and started driving.

My sisters were in the backseat, now. We were driving towards Nickles, past Minnesauke. We were about to turn, and there was my dad, standing in the middle of the road. My mom turned right at first, towards Nickles, but then she turned around. “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!” I screamed as she started driving straight towards my dad. We slammed into him. It was like we hit a block of iron. The car rebounded off of him, flew into the golf course. Glass was raining everywhere, I was covering my head with my arms. Still clutching the knives. I opened the door and fell out of the car. My knees were bloody. “Run,” my mom told us. “YOU BROKE MY FUCKING KNEES, HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO RUN?!?” I started to pull myself across the court, my mom and sisters followed. Then, Laura and Megan stopped. I was facing backwards, so I could see. I told my mom. She went back for them. Then disappeared. Just, gone. I watched Laura sit there as my dad came up to her. He gently turned her face to his, looking at the gash on her face from the car accident. Then he wound up with a shovel and smashed her over the head with it. I screamed. Megan didn’t move. I grabbed my cell phone out of my pocket, gave the knives to Joanna. I called the Ticsay haus. Don’t ask me why. Their mother answered the phone. I asked for Leonard. “He’s not home…Are you okay Emily?” “NO I’M NOT OKAY!! GET BOB ON THE PHONE, QUICK!!” “Okaaaay…I don’t know if he’s home though…BOBBYYYY! BOBBYYY!!!”

I forced myself awake. I lay in my bed hiding under my blankets, convinced my knees were broken and if I moved I would find my family lying in pools of blood in their beds and my dad gone.