In the darkness of a dream the mind would conjure up magical beasts with jaws that were home to razor teeth. They would move in an unnatural ways maybe a limp or be severely hunched over. Soon the breathing would increase rapidly and become gasps of breath. On awakening, despite the nightmare ending, a ghastly feeling of being watched by invisible eyes prolongs an uneasy feeling.

But this time it was different. All that came was a scream, the voice was mine. I saw myself, she was pale and skinny like me, but weaker . A knife lied on the floor in front of me, and the other was in her hand. She was too weak to hurt me. But she could still kill me. So I picked up the blade and stabbed her, right in her heart.

Over

And over.

Until the almost fluorescent blood soaked into my silk pijamas and splattered across my cheeks. What I didn't realize was that she was me, and killing her meant killing myself.

With a scream I was plunged into darkness, the sound seemed to encase around me. I didn't realise it was coming out of me before it was too late. The door flung open and a piecing light split across the room eliminating my sweating figure spawled out above the covers, panting hoursly.

"again?"

"again..." was all I replied as a tiny baby-faced figure clambered up onto my bed and nuzzled his thick tuffs of black hair into my neck making me giggle helplessly. He was only around 7 and yet his huge dark brown eyes where filled with the constant trauma of life. His life.

Tightening my grip around his belly I snuggled him in close breathing in his sweet citrusy eroma .Somehow he always could calm my shaking nerves and even blast the nightmares from my head like my personal gardian angel. Somehow even on my darkest night when the whole world beame on blur of pain and suffering he could still put me back to sleep, and give me the most wonderful gift of all. A peaceful night of sleep; and that is excactly what he did.

***

"get up you two ,what have I told you about sleeping in your own bed at night. Get up ! Bruno come on get out of her room and go and get dressed you've gor school in an hour ,both of you !!" My shoulders shook back and forth slamming against the spruce wood frame of the bed, as tight fingers gripped into my shoulder.

"alright" I murmured trying best I could to open my weary eyes. You'd think someone like me would get used to practically sleepless nights but apparently that idea was too good to be true.

"im getting up" with a huge sight of releafe mixed very clearly with a tint of anger and disbelief she plodded out of my bare room slamming the door behing her as she went. I had to get up, before she decided enough was enough and came barging back in most likely with some sort of water pistol to force me awake with. Pulling myself away from the luciouse warm covers and into the icy mid autum breeze. I hardly even managed to yank out thew clothes I was to wear that day. A small V-knack sweater with maroon stripes and a pair of purest black jeans with slightly ripped knees, although that wasn't because I was hip and braught them that way. No. Lets just say im good at getting things brocken.

Although I never bothered to really clean or tidy anything my onsuite bathroom was not to bad. The accasional splatter of shampoo and maybe an empty bottle lying here and there but on the most part it was all right. Practtically throwing my clothes across the room I got changed , shivering as I pulled the jumper over my face. What a sight I looked. My face sticky with dried sweat from the previouse night. My hair like a thron bush twisting in all directions, and my eyes whare fully surrounded by huge blacks rings. Although that's what they allways looked like. No way to fix that.

Running my fingers along the porcelain sink bowl I let the water spill down the drain flowing over my fingers meaninglessly. In them scilent moments it felt like the world around me drained away, pulled down the plug also. Although that wasn't the case. Cupping my hands I splashed water up my face feeling a sharp sting of energy pulsing through me finally.

Somehow the world started swirling. Twisting around and around ,like a tsunami in my mind. What ! Stumbling backward my head crashed into the thin glass sheet that was my shower.it wasn't the world just the glass that was twirling. Like it had just turned to liquid. There was something beautifl about the way the ripples seemed to defy gravity itself and cascade upwards towards the ceiling.

With the click of my fingers the room way plunged into panic.

The liquid glass trickled gently at first, greating trenches of clear thick gloop that dipped onto the floor then it came in torrents, cascading down the side of the sink like a waterfall. I didn't even hear my voice screaming out, I could only feel it. This burning sound that ripped through my throut. Scrabbeling I clawing at my neck begging it to stop. It was just a nightmare. A horrible nightmare, it must be.

This could not be happening.

The glass was rising.

Slaming my body against the door I begging it would open. Somehow it didn't move. Not even an inch.

Glass was ever rising.

The liquid was now as high as my waist and rising quicker with every breath I took.

Panicing now I just kept flighing my fists towards the locked doorhearing a lighter, higher pitched screaming on the other side.

"BRUNO!!" I screamed, "please ,oh god, please get the door open".my voice sounded so pathetic and whimpery but I couldn't even care not when all this was going on around me.

The glass was at my neck and I had to thrust my neck upwards to even be able to breath.

It wont be long now.

The glass was now at the ceiling. I was under it.

Somehow it was not like glass or really water. It was thick like soup and yet somehow seemed lighter than air. My head started spinning as my vision slowly blurred. Consiousness was slipping away. In my last moments I felt Bruno's tiny fingers brushing through my hair and the soft melody of my innocent sister (technically adopted sister) as she rested her hands upon my stomache. The two people are cared about most I was going to traumatize the most. Isnt that ironic, b ut then I guess you cant protect everyone ,can you?