Burn: A Narrative Fiction

I wake up drowning in my own sweat. All the lights are on in my room. I look at the clock and it’s 2:00 a.m. I must have fell asleep doing my homework and had a bad dream. I fall back asleep. Ten minutes later, I wake back up. My lights are off. Did I turn them off. I am now freezing cold. What’s happening? I go downstairs to check on my family. All the lights are on again. I run back in my room and the lights are back on. I suddenly smell something down stairs. I go down to check what it could be and it was bacon. It was frying, yet no one was there cooking it. It starts to burn. I quickly cool it off with water and turn off the stove. Where was mom? I go upstairs once again to check on her. the lights are off. I look in her room, no one is

I swivel around to go back down stairs. She’s there. She’s standing there looking at me like a killer. The lights come back on. What the heck is going on? Then she’s gone. Disappeared into the light. The lights turn off yet again. This time, the darkness seems to be even darker than before. I can’t see anything; I can’t hear anything; I can’t feel anything; I’m trapped. I sit down and start to cry. Why is this happening to me? Is this a dream? I start to bang my head against something hard to wake myself up. The lights come back on. I look up to see where I was, and I notice something. I wasn’t banging my head on the wall, I was banging my head against a person, a monster. It was big and buff and rough and tough and stuff. I didn’t know what to do, I just stood there like a deer in the headlights wondering who it was. The lights go out. I hear screaming. They go on. Nothing. Off. Screaming. On. Nothing. I start sobbing, running around the house, screaming for my parents. I run into my room, get into bed, and close my eyes trying to make this all go away. As the lights go out for what feels like the billionth time, I try not to notice. They start blinking all different colors, so I open my eyes. It has my