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Dream rolled into Brandon's head as he tossed and turned in the bed. Soon enough, he was still and everything seemed like just a dream.
Brandon woke up in his bed. He jumped in fear, but when he looked around at his surroundings, he was in his room. It was at his parents place. He was confused. How did he get here? Why was he in bed? What was he doing here? That was when he heard his mother voice call out to him. She called out his name, asking for him to come down and help her out with the dishes. Mom? Brandon jumped out of bed and rushed down the stairs walking straight into the kitchen. There she was, standing at the sink. His father was no where to be seen though. What was going on? Why was mom still here? He walked over to the figure and put a hand on her shoulder. She turned her head and smiled at Brandon.
"Honey, can you help me with the dishes? Go ahead and grab the ones off the table and help me clean." This was his mom, flesh and blood. She was...alive. Brandon took a step back and bumped into something behind him. He turned around and jumped. It was his father. "Brandon? You ok?" This wasn't happening. "Why are you two alive. Your supposed to be...dead." The two looked at each other rather confused and then looked back at Brandon, his skin as pale and white as snow; Like he had just seen a ghost or two. "Brandon, are you ok sweety. Are you feeling alright." His mother reached out to feel his forehead and there it was. He could feel her hand on his head. This was real? "You are a bit warm. Here, let me walk you back to your-"
"Was I dreaming? Was all of that just a dream?"
"Son, what are you talking about?"
"What about Miles, Billy, Jade, James, Nora, John? Did I just imagine them?" Brandon slumped to the floor and hid his hands in his face. "But it was all so real."
"Brandon, sweety, we have to get you too bed. Your probably not feeling well is all. Here let me help-"
"NOOOO!" Suddenly, everything stopped. When he opened his eyes again. he was back in real life, but not in Miles' bed. He was still in his home. A few weeks after the power outage. His home was still intact, but much of it was falling apart. He stood up from the kitchen floor and looked around when he heard a women screaming for mercy. "Mom?" Brandon followed the sounds upstairs, but before he reached them, he heard a gun shot, and the crying and screaming ended. It was soon followed by a man's laughter. Brandon knew what was going on. He continued to follow the sound until he reached his parents room. The door was creaked open a bit. Brandon placed his palms against the door and pushed it slowly until he could see the scene play out all before his eyes again.
A flash of light blinded him and when he opened his eyes one last time, he saw them there. The remains of his mother and father, sprawled out on the floor. They had already decomposed and rotted due to time. Brandon looked down at them in shock. He saw their bodies the day it all happened, but seeing them weeks, maybe even months later, it made him sick to his stomach and validated that he was alone. He looked down at the floor and saw the gun he used to kill his father. He picked it up and sat on their bed, staring at the gun and fidgeting with it in his hands. The voice crept into his mind and told him. He didn't want to, but he had to. Now they told him to kill himself. He listened and pulled the trigger.
Bam!
"Ahhhhhhh!" Brandon awoke form his nightmare, relieved that that's all it was, a nightmare. He was covered in cold sweat and had the shivers. The shirt didn't help with his body heating up like it did so he took it off and used it to dry himself off. He looked at the window and saw that it was still night time. The moon up in the ski led him to believe it was possibly 3, almost 4 in the morning. He throw his legs over the bed and rested them on the floor, rubbing his face with the wet t-shirt. The nightmare felt so real, it scared him so much how his mind thought of such things. Brandon looked over at the bedside counter and opened the first cabinet. There was a box of matches. They looked like the one he left here at Miles' last time. He took one out of the box and used the lamp near the bed to light it.
He inhaled a puff of smoke, took it in, and then exhaled it. He sat their, feeling his emotional boil over. Then he remember Mile's sleeping on the couch. He turned around and looked at the boy. He was sort of hoping that he would wake up right now and sit with Brandon. He needed someone to talk to right now. This was getting to him way to much.
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