Short Story

He awoke in a dark room, sweat pouring out of his skin. It was that dream again where he was totured and killed many times. He could still feel the pain in his chest and he could still feel the blood leaving him. He puts the blankets off and gets out of bed. As if drunk he walks dizzily out the door of his room and down the stairs and head to the kitchen. He opens the refrigerator and hears its creak. The milk almost finished he grabs it and start pouring it into a glass. He only half-way fill it because he was afraid of spilling it in the dark. He feels the cold liquid run down his throat and feels his senses slowly calming down. He puts the milk carton back into its shelf inside the refrigarator. He walks back up the stairs and into his room. He turns on the lights and everything bright. His eyes burn as he squints his way to his bed as he leaves the light on. He lies in bed and closes his eyes to sleep.



He wakes up feeling refreshed. He slowly gets out of bed and puts on his school uniform. Shirt on, pants on, get bag, and go to my sister's room.
"Sis its time to go to school," He says as he bang on the door.
"Leave me alone uugghhh," shes. He leaves her alone and walk out the door and head toward school. He feels that the day is going to be good.

That was an interesting read, a good start-up for a new sequel.

Hmmmm, too "normal".