Aphmau's POV

~Flashback/Dream~

"Daddy! Daddy! Can we play?" Its me. 2 year old me.

"Uh,  not  now, daddy has to do something..." Its my dad, him before all the drugs and alcohol. I see him sit at his desk as he does something on the computer.

"But daddy! You never play with me!" I start pouting. I was such a brat.

"Mija, can I talk to you for a second in the kitchen?" My mom, now a few years younger, in the kitchen. As I get closer to the kitchen the aroma of cookies makes baby me excited.

"Mommy, can I have a cookie, pretty please?!" I jump up and down on the cold ish tile of the kitchen floor. The smell of chocolate chunk cookies makes my mouth water.

"Let them cool down first." She chuckles, her eyes light up for just a second before she crouches down to my level with a stern look on her face. "Listen Mija, your daddy needs help-"

"Help? Help with his work? I can help him mommy!" Little me attempts to run off.

"No Mija, your daddy lost his job." She says to me as she picks me up. "And he caused alot of trouble."

"Bad daddy! Is mommy gonna yell at him like she always does?" I forgot how much they didn't get along.

"N-No, not this time, we are just gonna le-"

And then, gunshots. About five of them. I hear my mom scream and baby me cry. I hear a body drop to the floor, and then I wake up in a cold sweat. I scream as I jump up in the hospital bed.

"I hate nightmares..." I mumble as I look around the hospital room im in, tears burning my eyes.

"Are you okay sweet heart?" My mom says to me, she was sleeping in the chair next to me.

"I-I had a nightmare..." I barely stutter out.

"Oh you poor baby..." She sits next to me on the bed and brings me into her arms. As she begins to wipe away my tears my head begins to hurt.

"Do you wanna tell me what it's about?" She quietly asks me.

"Well, I saw little baby me, and she was talking to dad..." I rub my eyes and yawn.

"And???" I didn't wanna tell her anything else. I didn't want her to worry.

"Nothing ma. Or at least I can't remember anything else." I can tell she didn't buy into that, but she didn't say anything about it after that.

"Okay well baby you should get back to sleep." She starts to lay me down and cover me with the white blankets that they keep on the hospital beds. You know, the uncomfortable ones.

"Okay ma... Goodnight." I yawn and turn to my side. Right before I drift off to sleep I mumble...

"God I hate cancer..."

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I've never laughed so hard at a description in my life.

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