death
i was in my old house, the one i grew up in in Loganville, talking on the phone to airlines, trying to find me a flight to somewhere.
then some man walked in my house through the garage door with papers in his hand and a nail gun underneath it. he said he needed to talk to my dad. but when i saw the nail gun i flipped out and then he shot me with it like ten times in the stomache. so then i ran outside through my front door and a trashy broken down van from like Texas Chainsaw Masacre was sitting in my driveway. he yelled for his daughter to run after me, and like the scariest family you could imagine was running for me. i ran to my neighbors house and tried to let myself in screaming for help but no one was home. so they captured me and threw me in their van. i had to sit in the dad's lap as we drove and he had a knife to my back. he dug a hole into my back until he hit the spine. the whole family was crazy. then we came up to someones house and there was blood all in their garage. so the family got out to check it out. the dad told me if i got away, they'd kill me, so i swore i wouldnt try anything funny. then i sat there in the van with nails in my stomache, a hole in my back, and freaked the fuck out. i heard something towards the back of the van. then i saw the tops of a little girls head holding another little girl and a guy across from them. i was scared so i kept looking down and when i looked back up, a gun was to my head and he shot my brains out. i hit the floor of the car with blood running out all holes of my head and then i couldnt hear anything. i closed my eyes to try to think of something else. i slowly opened up my eyes again and screamed because i saw the lamp in Matt's room was on, and then realized my head was on his soft pillow.