Silence Amongst the Screams

I awoke screaming I remembered where I was and automatically regretted it. My father busted into my basement room with a large knife in hand. He walked over to me smiling. "No dad. I'm sorry for screaming I had a bad dream" I tried to explain but he kept walking. "I'm sorry. I'm SORRY." I screamed. He yanked my head back by my hair and ran the knife across my throat. All I saw was him smiling contently covered in my blood. "Finally silence." My father exclaimed. If it weren't for that dream I might be alive.