The Dream that Isn't Too Far From the Future

I awoke from my unconsciousness and found myself sprawled on the floor. I couldn't move my arm and my head throbbed painfully. I tried to get up but every time I did, pain shot to my left arm. My vision was blurred and I couldn't see much. I squinted because I thought I saw something on my arm. I finally saw what it was. My bone was sticking out my arm and blood was seeping from the wound. I opened my mouth to scream but nothing came out. Only a little whimper. I turned over onto my back and found that I wasn't breathing right either. I calmed myself and tried to use my legs to stand up.

"Don't you dare move," a familiar voice threatened.

I turned to see my mother holding a baseball bat to my chest.

I smirked. "So you're going to beat me to death? How pathetic!"

Her face twisted with anger as she brought back the baseball bat and hit me upside my head with it.

Everything spun around me as I heard her crooked laugh. "You don't know when to shut your god damn mouth."

"Yeah, I probably don't. But I know when to fight," I said spitting blood into her face.

She stumbled backwards; screaming and rubbing her eyes. I got up quickly and kicked the baseball bat out of her hand. It flew into the air and we both watched it, then glared at each other. She tackled me and I spat up more blood. I kicked her in her lower stomach and knocked the wind out of her. The bat was only a few inches away but I saw something more appealing. A knife. One of those knives that the Japanese use to cook sushi and what not. I got up and raced towards it but she was hot on my tail. She tried to grab me but I slid across the floor and picked up the bat. When I hit the wall I grabbed the knife. She was still running towards me. Okay, I thought. I only have one clear shot at this. Hit her, or die. I threw the bat at her chest and it hit her, hard. She dropped to her knees holding her chest and gasping for air.

I ran towards her and brought back the knife. "I hope you burn in hell b***h!"

She caught my arm right before the knife was about to go through her skull. "And you think I would let you win that easily?"

She brought her right fist around and socked me in the gut. I stumbled backwards holding my stomach.

She laughed. "I know everyone of your tricks because I taught them to you."

I reached into my back pocket and found a hand pistol. That's right, I thought. Before I blacked out, I loaded a pistol with my equipment. I still haven't used it yet.

"You know every trick huh," I taunted.

She came up to me and brought her leg back. I readied the pistol and shot her in her knee cap. She fell to the floor, screaming and holding her knee. I got up and limped to her.

"You b***h," she screamed. "I'm your god damn mother! You're supposed to respect me!"

"Shut up," I said, shooting her in the arm.

She screamed even louder, rolling around on the ground.

"Mom, you are pathetic," I told her. "You thought you knew what was best for me. You thought that if you bought my happiness, everything was fine. Well guess what you old hag, you don't know anything about me! Fourteen years. Fourteen years I dread because you make life a living hell! And you never cared whether I was happy or not. You just didn't want people knowing about my depression. About my bulimia. You wanted something perfect!"

Tears started to stream down my face as the memories submerged.

I pointed the gun at her again. "I wasn't good enough for you! You made it hard to live easy because I wasn't good enough or I didn't do anything right or I was fat. Or I wasn't pretty enough!"

My nose burned and more tears flowed.

A few seconds later, I finally got a hold of myself. "Well guess what? I don't have to deal with you anymore b***h." I readied the pistol again and smirked. "See ya in hell."

With those last words I shot her.

I jumped awake, a cold sweat running down my forehead. I checked my body and made sure everything was in its place, and it was.
I sighed and put my head in my hand. "Damn nightmares."
Then I chuckled. If it was me killing my mother, I thought. Isn't that supposed to be a sweet dream? I laughed at my thoughts because I truly thought I was insane. I laid my head back down on my pillow and watched the moon.
"Or is it you that brought that dream to my head," I said to the moon.