*This is a dream*

Organs as decorations on the wall.

I stand in the middle of a white room looking at the monstrosity of a mess.

Blood was everywhere. Splattered on the ceiling. Pooled on the floor. I could see the white bed was ripped up as feathers from the pillows either lay in the blood or sit on the bed.

I try to move from my position to have a feeling of darkness spread through me. My eyes scan the room and I begin to cry out waiting for someone to help me. It almost seems like the walls were sound proof as I continue to scream and yell.

Running out of air I begin to sob my eyes still looking upon the scene. I could see a pair of men's feet lying face down beside the bed. Who was that? 3 long bloody gashes had ripped open the persons back and thick dark blood soaked their clothes.

My head snaps over as I hear a rustle in the closet. I hear a sharp intake of breath and see green emerald eyes cautiously looking out. I wanted to shove the girl back in the closet and growl at her to stay put, but I couldn't. With bare feet she walks into the blood her face that of a grim one. She calls her parents names not receiving a response.

When the girls eyes catch on the mans feet her face slightly pales. I see her take a deep breath before placing her hands at her side and ever so slowly walking over. Tears are watering in the girls eyes yet she doesn't let them escape.Instead she walks over to the man calling his name. No response.

The girl squats beside him and with shaking hands she reaches out to touch his face. To examine if the dead man on the floor was really her father. I feel like screaming at the girl and snatching her hand away. Yet I'm not able to speak as she lightly pushes her dads head to the side. Her high pitch scream fill the room as she takes in his face. Blood flows from his mouth and the man she once called father is now unrecognizable. The girl jumps up and flings herself onto the bed tears flowing down her bright puffy cheeks like Niagara falls.

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Sitting on the feather and blood stained bed I watch the girl with emerald eyes sob and tremble. Her long black hair envelopes around her as muffled sobs fill the quietness of the kingdom. I stand watching her, observing how she wrapped her arms around her body like it was a life support.

Finally the girls head perks up as she calls her mothers name. Still no answer. The girl rises from the bed, her blood caked feet staining the white blankets. I knew what was coming next for I had visited this dream a thousand times. In a thousand different ways.

I watch as the girl opens her parents bedroom door to stare at her mother lying on the floor. Decorated like a shade of paint was the splatters of deep red. The girl runs over to her mother tears stinging in her eyes. Then with a swift motion she kneels down tucking her mothers raven colored hair behind her ears. The girl continues to sob until the pounding of feet is heard running up the stairs.

I try to warn the girl but my voice is constricted. It's as if I couldn't speak. I close my eyes prepared for a monster to jump out and tear the girls head off when I'm met with a different scenario. Standing with a body clinging black shirt  stands Cayson. His wavy hair is messy from sleep and I see those bottle green eyes scan the scene before him. I take in a big gulp of air and I feel something brush against my side.

My eyes avert to the vile monster that destroyed my parents. The creature turns his head back to look at me, red bulging eyes staring into mine as I watch Cayson scoop the girl into his arms. Then with a snarl that must of come from Satan himself the creature extends his claws and pounces at Cayson.

My scream is the first thing to be heard as I watch the monster rip off my mates head.

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When my eyes flutter open I am in a steamy sweat. Wrapped around me is my blankets and I pull them closer to my body remembering the dream I just had.

I sit up uncomterably feeling my long hair falling like a water fall down my back. I scan the room searching for blood stained walls and dead bodies on the floor. Nether is found. With raspy breathes I arise to my feet and run into the bathroom. I stare at myself in the mirror my green emerald eyes looking like the little innocent girl. Except I wasn't little anymore, nor was I innocent. Bile rises to my throat and I throw up in the toilet recalling the scene of Cayson's head begin torn off. With a distressed heart I continue to stare into the mirror fearing that my dream would become a reality.

Sorry if this chapter sucked!