Why Is This Happening to Me?
Is That Who I Think It Is?
***IN A DREAM WORLD***
I was looking at a man, in our old living room. When dad was still with us, from the back, it looked like dad.
He had short brown hair, like I did before I dyed it, not skinny, but not fat either. Like dad. He was looking down at what looked like a body. He wore a simple outfit. A black t-shirt with blue jeans. He looked over his shoulder for a sec, then looked back down.
“I thought I told you to be back at one? It’s now three. Didn’t I tell you what I would do if you where not back on time?" I was lost. But than again, I knew what was going on.
“No. I don’t remember.”
“Well let me remind you.”
He faced the body he was holding at me. I felt sick to my stomach, as right in front of me lay my brother, my twin, my best friend’s body.
Benji was dead.
I was looking at a man, in our old living room. When dad was still with us, from the back, it looked like dad.
He had short brown hair, like I did before I dyed it, not skinny, but not fat either. Like dad. He was looking down at what looked like a body. He wore a simple outfit. A black t-shirt with blue jeans. He looked over his shoulder for a sec, then looked back down.
“I thought I told you to be back at one? It’s now three. Didn’t I tell you what I would do if you where not back on time?" I was lost. But than again, I knew what was going on.
“No. I don’t remember.”
“Well let me remind you.”
He faced the body he was holding at me. I felt sick to my stomach, as right in front of me lay my brother, my twin, my best friend’s body.
Benji was dead.