I fell asleep in his arms. He was so warm that I fell into darkness easily.

He was over me. Father was over me with a knife.

I screamed. That seemed to be the only thing I could do. I screamed for as long, and as loud as I could.

I heard the front door burst open, and saw my very close neighbor at the door.

He saw my father first, with a knife which had blood on it, and then saw where the knife was pointed to, at me. He ran to my father, knocking him down. He took the knife out of fathers hand.

I then saw his wife at the door. She looked horrified, and then came to where I was standing, still too afraid to move. She hugged me and said:

"It's ok. Your safe now. Cindy! Call the cops!" She yelled to her 13-year-old daughter who came with them. She did right away.

The cops came a few minutes later. They arrested father and put him in the police car.

I was still frozen in place, my neighbor's wife hugging me, trying to calm me down.

I started wheezing. My asthma was acting up. I was scared. 

A six-year-old had seen their father kill their mother. I could never get that out of my head.

The woman had picked me up and brought me to her house, where she tried to feed me, but I was still frozen. I was still scared.

I must have been out of it because I couldn't hear what other people were saying.

I just sat there on the stool, looking mindlessly ahead of me.

I woke up.

I hated that dream, and I hated my father even more for killing my mother.

"Mmm." I heard ken.

We were still in the same position when we were talking about what happened. I was in his lap with my head against his chest, and he was sitting against the wall hugging me.

"Good morning cutie pie." He said to me.

"Mmm," I said, still a little tired.

"Do you want to go to school?" He asked.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm." I said, making it obvious that I didn't want to go.

"Me either." He said.

We sat there for a little bit before I got up and went to the bad. He followed. We got in bed and cuddled.

"Your so warm..." I said to him.

"Same to you." He said.

We slept again, but only to be woken up again by Uncle making us go to school.

It took me longer to get ready for school because I was tired. But I managed to get downstairs and eat.

"So, did you two make up?" Uncle asked me.

"Obviously, or Ken wouldn't be here," I said.

"Mm," Ken said.

We ate and then started walking to school. It took longer, I was still tired. I had slept for like, 10 hours. I usually sleep for only 8.

We got to school and sat in our seats. 

"Give me your homework." Said Mr.Idk.

Oop's. There was homework, but I was too tired to care.

"Lev, Ken, where is your homework?" He asked us.

"I forgot to do it," Ken said.

"Same," I said.

"Just bring it tomorrow." He said.

He then continued with the lesson. We learned about stuff that we should have learned in kindergarten. Now I know why his name is Mr.Idk...

"Lev, wake up. It's the end of the day." Ken said.

"Mmmmmmmm...5 more minutes mom," I said.

"Mom's not here. Wake up." He said.

"Nuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!! I wun't to slep!!" I said as I pouted.

"I'm leaving. Bye." He said. I heard him get up.

"Bye then. Have a good time feeling sorry for yourself." I said.

I felt someone pinch my cheeks and I opened my eye's. Ken was over me, I saw that he was the one pinching my cheek's.

"Good. You're awake. Let's go home." He said.

"Finnneeeee. But you're carrying my stuff." I pouted.

"Fine, if it will get you to go home. Come on." He said as he grabbed my stuff.

I got up and we started walking home.

When we got home, I went straight up to Ken's bed and fell down on top of it.

"Someones really tired," Ken said.

"Mmm," I said.

Ken then climbed in next to me and cuddled. 

"I luv you," I said.

"Me too." He said.

We slept for a few hours before Ken's mom woke us up for dinner.

After dinner, we watched a movie, then went upstairs and got ready for bed.

We forgot to do our homework again.