There’s blood everywhere and my brother is lying down there. That monster standing besides my brother. He killed him...that monster killed my brother too. 

He’s starring at me with his bloody eyes and laughing creepily.

 I have to run, I have to run. He’s coming after me. That monster going to kill me. I am falling into a hole so dark. I can’t breathe. It swallows me up completely and it feels like forever.

“hey, wake up” it’s my brother, Iain Easton and he’s fine.

 I feel like suffocating. My head’s burning like hell.

“ take a deep breath, its all okay, calm down” he says.

It’s a nightmare, again.

I get nightmares. In fact i get them so often i should be used to them by now. I’m not. No one ever really gets used to nightmares. Its already been three years I’m getting nightmares.

I tried everything psychiatrist, pills. None of it really helped.

I’m tired. I can’t sleep for too long to remember. There was a time when I actually enjoyed sleeping. In fact I slept all the time. That was before that incident three years ago.

It's six in morning. I freshen up, took a shower and went for breakfast. my brother made a sandwich. he’s three years older than me. I sat down opposite to him. We don’t talk much.

“what you saw” Iain said.

“what” I say.

“in your nightmare”

“same as before”

He didn’t ask much just nodded slightly.

I finished my sandwich and went for school.