After what had happened I walked into my house.
I couldn't believe what had happened. I just couldn't, it didn't make sense. How could I have passed out within a second? And how could it feel so real.. I felt like my leg was going to be pulled off.. I can still feel his strong fat fingers squeezing against my leg. But it didn't happen, right? That was just some weird dream, right?
I check my leg for fifth time since I got home and still see nothing wrong, I sigh with relief and walk to my room, carrying my brother and my friends stuff. My brother had walked in and saw me jump and frantically grab for my wall after bumping into the door. He gives me a weird look and pats me on the head, I give him a very small smile and look away.
"What're you in a daze for? We called out for you a bunch and you just walked passed us at the door, we're worried 'bout you little bug," he says with a worried expression, still knowing I hate being called little bug. I roll my eyes jokingly, calming down. I explain that I just got stressed out when I was out and he smiles and says next time to call him. I nod and hand him his stuff and he gets all giddy.

Atleast someone can be happy...