With notebook in hand, I write down my deepest fantasies.

All is calm around me The only sound being the soft vibrations of the motor of my small fan. I move my hand, creating a beautiful array of curly cursive letters while in a dreamlike state.

All is well. All is calm....

DAHDAHDAHDAHDAHDAHDAHDAHDAHDAH!!!

Panick. My blood runs cold before rapidly pumping through my whole being. The gunshost came without notice and left before the blink of an eye. The sound resonated from the other side of the house.

My parents room is one the other side of the house.

All is quiet again. The fan motor vibrates. My breathes are deep and slow.

dmp dmp dmp

I hear them. I hear his boots. My dad's boots. Their footsteps. His footsteps. They're stepping path is leading directly to my room.

My breathing shallows.

Down the hallway.

My body stiffens.

Around the corner.

I can't move.

In front of my door.

I can't breathe.

Door knob turns.

My eyes squeeze shut.

Door is open. He shuffles as he raises the gun.

"I'm sorry, Josey."