THE HANGOVER

I was 11 when this happened. One night, when I had gone to bed, I woke up to hear a

noise and looked to my open bedroom door, where I saw a dark figure

(which was outlined by the bathroom light remaining on) staring at me with red eyes.

Thinking that it was my mother, I had called out to her multiple times, each time

getting louder and louder. By the third time I called out to her, her red eyes did

not move and I was getting frantic, screaming out to my mom and hiding beneath my

covers.

She kept calling out to me,"Son,come to me" she said.

"No mommy I'm scared"

A voice echoed "You dont have to be son, Mommy's always with you"

After a while,I mustered whatever courage I had in me and walked to that figure.

"Sit down by mommy's lap son" it said

I did.I loved my mommy.She kept all those noises away.

"I know you loved me son"It was as though it was reading my mind.

"Yes mommy and I still love you."

"I know son..and mommy loves you,even though you killed mommy"

"What are..."

*TRINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG*

The alarm. Stupid alarm. Bad dream. Thank god it was a dream. I was sweating. Cold sweat.

I didnt open my eyes. I screamed for Mommy. Mommy didnt come. "Mommy I heard those noises again." Please come to me. She didnt come. I opened my eyes. There was blood on my hands. Mommy my hands are bleeding. She didnt come. I went to her room. She was still sleeping,still bleeding.

The carpet was drenched in blood. Now I remembered. FUCK!