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I feel movement but I can't see anything. Sounds of little children crying enter my thoughts, mother's soothing family members, a child or even themselves push the crying out of my thoughts and then...dead silence. I can't see nothing but darkness. I can't hear anything but silence.

A light beeping soon envelops the silence followed by a loud buzzing. More noises enter my head. Screaming, shouting and then...more silence. An unease fills me.

"Time of death 3:45 am"

I shoot out of my bed, landing on my floor underneath my open window.

"I was just a dream...just a dream."

I try soothing my rapidly beating heart but it doesn't work. My palms are sweaty yet the rest of my body feels as if I had fallen asleep in the bathtub. Echos of my own voice trying to sooth my mind places me in a trance of relaxation. However my mind is caught up, tied up, still believe the dream was real.

I feel the spot where it felt like I had gotten shot but it's dry, nothing...no blood though my heart is pounding so fast that I can barley feel the beats.

Trudging from my room down the darkened hallway I fumble around trying to figure out what to do.

"Mom? Dad?"

I call trying to find that simple reassurance that they are still there. I have to tell them my dream.

Coming to the end of the hall, my parents room within my reach. As I touch the knob, turning it slowly and pushing the door open I am not expecting the worse. Frozen in the doorway for a moment of time my breath slowly escapes my lungs. Then a shrill scream fills the dragging silence.

My eyes falling on the blank stares of my parents eyes, glassy and lifeless.

I run to mother and shake her, as if expecting this to be some kind of joke...

What will I do if it isn't?

"They're dead...they're dead."

I stumble backwards into the wall clutching my face. Soon I could join them.

I numbly make my way to the hallway phone and dial 911, they say the paramedics will be here soon. I walk back into my parents room, I have nothing else to do. I find my father's safe. Fumbling, I punch in the code and I'm rewarded with a soft ding.
Opening the safe I retrieve my father's 357 mag and load it with one bullet. I spin the barrel and snap it shut. I place the barrel to my temple as my eyes track towards the bedside clock, its numbers flash three o'clock. I breath and release.

Click

My heart stops, waiting for the pain but it doesn't come. I squeeze the trigger once again

Click

Over and over till I know I should be on the shot with the live round however at that moment the paramedics rush in. An odd blur fills the room, the movements of the new comers seems sluggish. Something I hadn't noticed before. However as my eyes track the people I am stunned, the numbness reaching new heights when I notice that not one of the medics is rushing over to me.

My eyes slowly dance about the room, finding the clock once again but the numbers are unreadable.

"Time of death 3:45 am"
One of the paramedics announces while another writes down the information.

I watch as they gather their things and let the police have the scene.

One last paramedic stands at the door...

"She was so young."

He shakes his head and leaves.