I am asleep and I heard a scream. It woke me up and got myself to go down stairs and look for my mother.
I saw fire igniting at the living room and my mom is hysterically screaming. My father was at my back and he is holding up a lighter. He doesn't look the same. His eyes are dark and you can tell that he lack sleep.
"Are you okay Dad? Our house is on fire! Go and get the fire extinguisher!!" He stood there emotionless as I run for it.
I get the fire extinguisher from upstairs and run back down. I am shock of what I see. My dad hit mom with a chair and lit her with fire. Panic attack starts. I couldn't breathe. My chest is ascending up and down but I still couldn't feel the air coming inside my lungs. My eyesight starts to fade and before I pass out, I see a man with wings carry me and it all went black.
I woke up sweating and breathing heavily. It was a dream. Just a freaking dream.
Crazy.
