Chapter 1

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I woke up from the same nightmare I always had. The nightmare that I always had sense last year. It always ends the same way before I wake up. I told my sister, and she made me talk to a psychologist about this nightmare.

I wished sometimes I didn't tell her, about the nightmares. The reason why is because she thinks that all this stuff I told her a year ago is fake. That everything that comes out of my mouth is just a lie, and she thinks I lost my mind. How do you lie about this? How do you decide
'hey you know what I'm going to go home today after so many years, and tell my mother and sister that I came back from this place called in the Middle.'

So right now I am up in my room thinking about the nightmares my sister calls a lie. I don't know, ever since this whole move my sister is not the person I remember a year ago.

She's not the same person she looks like it. But she's not. There's something deferent about her ever since a year ago where she went into that weird looking house on our way to Canada. My sister has been acting weird, and I can't put my finger on it.

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