Everything was chaos , the sky was black from the smoke of deceased demons , the land was red stained with the blood of the dead , the clinking sound of swords were heard , there were screams of raged fighters and wails of the injured , the sun was being shadowed by the darkness of red planet and it looked like the nature was painting a masterpiece of destruction on the canvas of Mother Earth. The darkness increasing and the light getting lost in the eyes of righteous, the death laughing upon the whining remainder of life and among all of this stood a boy , a symbol of love and purity in all his white glory with a pretty flower crown adored on his head with his soft fringe of feathery brown hair whose loose strands falling on his artfully carved sharp cheekbones having soft and silky tan skin. His thin red lips opened in silent scream and his short frame shaking like the maples getting blown by the strong gust of wind. His beautiful self stood scared and devastated in the middle of death and hatred not knowing how to save himself from the thrown spear at him. It took him to just blink an eye and all he felt was excruciating pain and numbness as the spear passed right from the center of his heart and the white of his dress painted red and all he could was fall and wait for the death to embrace him and watch the doom of love from his world.

I woke up with sweat dripping from my body and maybe screaming . Every once in a while same nightmare haunts me and every time I wake up in the same state . I have never been a violent person and there is no war coming , not that one I know of, then why I get these nightmares is what I always wonder about. I talked to mommy but she says its normal to have nightmares and my mind is making up things but somewhere I feel that there is something concealed and there is a reason why I always get the same nightmare and I experience the whole thing with each and every nook remaining the same. I feel I have aged so many years thinking about all this every time but today I don't have any time to waste .

Today is my birthday and also Christmas Eve. Yes, my birthday comes at December 24 and always overshadowed by Christmas spirit. It was little saddening for the first 5-6 years but then I learned the magic of celebrating both occasions with all my heart and now I cannot be any happier. I can hear all of my sisters screaming downstairs at the top of their lungs for whatever girls do and I can imagine my mommy being gentle and smiling in kitchen while making our special pancakes and my adorable little kitty Liv hiding under the dining table and here I am sweating from nightmare in my bed still in my favorite night dress with little bunnies and kitties all over its light blue fluffy material. I know I am a teenager but I am not the one to follow the stereotype. I wear what I love and am comfortable in, so yeah, deal with it !

You must be wondering where is my father , well its complicated . He visits us once in few years and mommy makes us swear to her to never utter a word about his visit to anyone not even to my childhood best friend Niall. One day I will find out about all this secrecy and I hope before that my mommy and papa tells me about it themselves because I don't like to lie and to dig out all the information there is need of too much lying which my poor heart cant bear the burden of. So yeah this is all about my imperfectly perfect family.

" Loubear...breakfast is ready dear. Come downstairs or else Lottie and Fizzy will eat all your share of pancakes. "

" Coming Mommy....On my way ! wooohhhh " I answered and as always ran through the hallway and slide down from the railing of the stairs and falling on my bum as I still haven't mastered my landing move. Let me tell you it hurts like hell but the thrill it brings is just other worldly .

As soon as I enter the dining room I am landing on my bum yet again and have handful of two small bodies kissing my face and screaming " 'Appy Birday LouLou " That's my youngest twin sister and brother Doris and Ernest who are 3 years old.

" Thank you my little angels...Loulou loves you very much " And I hear whining so I add aloud " I love all my little angels just as much " having 6 siblings can be tiring at times but I would not change a thing if given chance. I love my family to death and will do anything to keep them safe and happy. Love is the one thing that matters most to me and always will no matter what people try to teach me about perks of being practical but I know even the smallest ounce of love can make life beautiful and worth living for.

I was brought back from my thoughts by Daisy and Phoebe who were waiting for their round of kisses and hugs. Lottie and Fizzy were next and at last my mommy who wished me happy birthday and gave me my birthday letter and a gift from my papa just like every year. Papa always have some very urgent and important business to attend to on my birthday that I never get to celebrate with him. I once heard mommy and papa talking about how the month of Christmas is full of tension and danger , full of attacks but I was just 6 at that time so I am not sure that I heard it right as Christmas is all about love and joy. I confronted mommy about that incident and I still remember how she panicked and became teary eyed but papa was there and he told me something but how hard I try I don't remember a thing and sometimes I even get headache trying to remember that but all I can conjure up is the image of me mommy and papa hugging with tears and love. So after some years I stopped trying to think about all that but moments like this never helps to forget all that.

" Lou, you zoned out again . Is there something bothering you honey ? "

I don't want to tell mommy about my nightmare but I cant lie to her so I tell her the half truth of my zoning out

" Nothing new mommy. Its just the same nightmare I got again . I always get it on my birthday no matter what I do. I am tired of it. Maybe I should look deeply in the matter I think."

" WHAT??!! I- I mean no dear, there is nothing to think about it . Its your special day so don't think about that awful things and worry your pretty little head my boy "

I feel as if I saw panic and ...fear ? in mommy's eyes but who knows maybe I m looking too much into it and I am starving so I dig in my favourite pancakes with chocolate syrup with a glass of milk.

" Psst .. Lou , were you zoning out because you cant stop thinking about naked men or even better your naked boyfriend ?"Lottie asked me smirking like Cheshire cat.I choked on my sip of milk when Lottie passed that horrible comment .

" LOTS !! How dare you ? don't forget I am your elder brother and I don't have any boyfriend . I believe in soulmate and marriage , so gimme a break ! "

She was going to answer back but at the same time the doorbell rang and I knew exactly who it was. I jumped from the chair and ran to the open door of the living room and all I saw was blurry blonde figure before landing on the floor with heavy weight of body.

" Tommo... HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU...LA LA LA HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY " So ladies and gentleman that is my best friend Mr. Niall Horan.

" Stop that annoying tune Niell... why u have to always sing it off tune ? "

" You and me both know that you love it my Tommo . And I cannot break my Horan bday wishing tradition "

" Ha ! That's not a tradition and WHAt the hell ??!! stop kissing my face you idiot " Meanwhile Liv comes out of the table and starts pawing at Niall to get him away from me. He is such a savior but its so weird that anytime Niall shows affection to some other person in his presence and stop his petting he would hiss and claw the other person to get Niall all to himself. Such a needy cat but Niall is also the same. Always running around liv and talking to him and petting and cuddling. I feel he comes to meet Liv and not me because apparently I don't exist when it comes to Liv and yeah FOOD. Typical Niall.

" How can I let you go without completing my tradition Tommo...even when u will be 90 years old..i would always wish u the same way and u will always remain my little Tommo.."

" LITTLE ??? We are of same age my pumpkin "

" EWW ! I give u cute nicknames and all u call me is the one thing I hate . I hate you "

" AWW ! my little pumpkin I love you too " I can hear Liv hissing in the background as if he is jealous of our love confessions.

Mommy is as usual watching us from the doorway smiling

." Boys... Come on get up and act like adults. You are now 18 for gods sake "

" Jay...did u save me my special pancakes .. I am starving .. I will be dead if I don't get that mighty pancakes in me "

And just like that he scurries away in the kitchen as if I wasn't there still lying on the carpet "Drama Queen !" I mutter and join everyone on table.

We make small talk and finish our breakfast and I cannot be more content...I just wish papa will be also with us next year and just maybe this new year will bring the new possibilities in my life.

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