*Knock Knock*

There's somebody standing out there on the opposite side of the door. I don't know who's there or how many people are there but... Should I open the door?

I hold the knob, proceed to rotate it, hoping to open the door and see the faces of those strange-to-me people. And then... My parents. They're there. Covered in blood with undistinguishable faces, nothing like their actual looks.

Faces that are grossly burnt. Cruelty. Ruthlessness. Such abhorrent beings standing in front me expecting me to react. But I can't. I have witnessed this a million times before. This is nothing more then a mere dream.

I close the door.

Take small steps to my room.

Climb up on the bed with my little feet.

Get myself comfy on the bed.

And proceed to close my eyes.