You stood up before hissing in pain. You touched the back of your head and saw red on your fingers. You and Checkers looked behind you to see that you landed on a rock. You blinked a few times before Checkers meowed and walked ahead. You followed as you got a camo beanie on.

It wasn't serious, at least, you hoped it wasn't serious. Checkers suddenly stopped and growled at a light. You saw the light was coming from a house. A large house, no, a mansion. You tilted your head as Checkers kept growling and now hissing.

You picked Checkers up and went to turn around when Checkers hopped out of your arms and ran towards the house. "Checkers!" You hissed as you chased after her. "In here!" You blinked and rubbed your eyes. Did Checkers just talk?! You saw Checkers on a window sill.

"No. We have to go."

You picked Checkers up before hearing static. That's your que. You darted away before Checkers hopped out of your arms again. "Can you not?!" You hissed before Checkers motioned you to follow. "Trust me. A friend of mine lives here!" You gulped, it was actually creepy hearing Checkers talk.

Before you took step, you felt a pounding in your head as you coughed up blood. Checkers rushed to you before you passed out. The last thing you saw was Checkers arguing with a tall and well dressed man with... no eyes, no mouth, no face.

~ Time for a dream ~

You woke up to the smell of eggs and pancakes. You got out of bed to hear your mom... singing? What the actual fuck? Your mom hasn't sang in years and, with all the weed and cigarettes she smokes, she isn't singing anytime soon. You walked out of your room...

You walked slowly down a hallway to see your mom and brother at the breakfast table. Was this a dream or flashback? "(Y/n)! Breakfast!" Your mother called. You were about to step into the kitchen when a little girl said "Coming Mommy!" You turned and saw a little girl skip into the room.

This had to be a flashback. Your brother had his elementary school bag next to him as you had your preschool bag on your shoulders. "Mommy? When's daddy coming home?" Younger you asked. "I don't know honey-"

You turned your head to the door. Tears formed.

"I got it mom." Your brother said before he got up and opened the door. "Umm... is Miss (l/n) home?" A man in a suit asked. Your mother approached as you begged you this to end. "We're sorry to say, but (father/n) was killed on the field."

You saw the younger you starting to cry as you begged for this to end.

"THIS CAN'T BE REAL!" You and the younger you screamed as tears streamed down both your faces.