Sickness has reached my home, ravaging havoc within my father and little brother. It's began to take it's toll on me as well, but going to school is my priority. I can't afford to fall behind now. If only I could keep it from terrorizing my nights....
Night before last, I was awake in bed. Voices came to me, mumbling mumbling mumbling. The dark room echoed with the mumbling. I was certain they were demons, come to eat my soul and drag me to Hell. I ran to my parents' room where I crouched against the bookcase, crying. My parents woke, and turned on the light. They looked at me, a pitiful ball of terror on the floor, more out of curiosity than anything else. Then they went to bed, like nothing was the matter, annoyed that they had been disturbed.
That's when I woke. I felt so cold, and my nose was running like Niagra Falls. I wanted to reach over to get a tissue, but I was afraid of the voices. So I curled up against the wall instead and prayed that the bad dream be put from my mind. But I should know by now, I remember every bad dream, because they are more like memories than my mind playing tricks.
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