*Your mother seemed normal for the first 3 years of your life. Its a shame that it was all an act. You were just a sacrifice from the day you were born, hell even from the day you were created. From the young age of 3 you started to see weird shadowy creatures. They were everywhere you go, but they never got close nor tried to hurt you. Some were small ones that looked like little walking kids, but some were terryfing tall monsters with gaping mouths. Your mother did everything to keep you away, the second you got back from school you were locked in your room. Finally you snapped. Youre 16 now, its 1am. You stayed up late on your phone. You shoulve went to sleep. She couldnt control herself. Her thoughts controlled her. She opened the main door and went to the kitchen to get the knife. This night she commited a brutal murder and suicide.. *

But the next day sshe woke up.. She checked for the hole in her chest, but it wasnt there. She looked at her mother, she didnt feel guilty for any of this. She didnt see her mother as a person. Its her fault she raised someone like her. She saw something in her field of view. SHe was still on the ground. An ethereal person was in front of her. It seemed like it wasnt real. She coudlnt see their face, they had a hand reached out to her. She didnt realize her hand was going up to hold it. Its as if it had a mind of its own. She tried to stop with her whole willpoer, but she was attracted to it like a drug. As she grabbed his hand, some flashbacks from last night appeared, it didnt frighten her, but it did startle her. She tried to move her hand away, but he had an iron grip. He put his hand on her head, it was in a caring manner. It felt.. nice. He carressed her head with his hand.

"Sleep well."