• I have had dreadful nightmares at every point in my life. Gollum from the Lord of the Rings, Gumbi, and other dreadful sights have plagued my young mind. But lately, I can't sleep. It's Dark in my room. I now sleep with a knife under my pillow. Because of HIM.
    Jeffrey. He smiles at me, politely. He looks like he's having a jolly time, but you can see it... in his eyes. They're cold and dead. Mad. Insane. He holds a kitchen knife next to two bodies. Girls. Maybe related to him. He's cut me. I've cut him. He's angry...
    My brother has gone to the hospital because of him. He leaves him dreams with intestines hanging out of his stomach, tied around the ceiling light. Wrapped in the fan. Laying on me.
    No one knows who caused it... but me. Why me. Why?
    Everyone blames me... I can't see why it's unreasonable though. HE hates us. HE killed our family. HE hurts us. I am going to make him pay.
    I sleep on a shotgun. Stolen. I am ready. He will pay.
    Pay.
    Pay.
    PAY.
    I enter his world. He smiles at me. I grimace at him as he charges, brandishing his razor sharp knife.
    I have the advantage.
    Pay.
    Pay.
    His blood... all over. It's black. He paid. I win.
    I am smiling. I hate myself, but am smiling.
    Why?
    I wake up, and hear nothing. Silence. I am still wearing a s**t-eating grin. I cry.
    Cry.
    I look to my left, to make sure my brother is all right. He lays in his bed, quietly.
    Dead.