A re-occurring dream

I am very quiet. Standing outside of my house, I stare at nothing in particular. I feel very absent minded today, I keep playing with my jacket zipper and messing around with my tennis shoe laces. It's almost as if I am expecting something. 1

Everybody from my family comes out the front door and rushes to the car. I casually follow them and climb into the passenger seat. 2

"Dad, where are we going?" I pull on my buckle. For some reason, I keep looking around, I feel like there's someone watching me, someone waiting for me. I try to ignore the feeling and look out the window instead.  3

Outside, instead of a normal blue sky, I see that the clouds and sky are various shades black and that the whole world is tinted orange. 4

Strange. I think to myself. But, only for a second does the thought of an orange world seem uncanny to me.5

We leave the driveway and soon are on the highway heading towards church. 6

"Dad, why are we going to church?" He doesn't answer me. He hadn't answered me all day. Feeling a bit annoyed, I turn around and look behind my seat. My family is very quiet. I find that odd and somewhat disturbing, but my attention is soon drawn to the person in the farthest backseat.7

You see, we added an extra seat to our car and it actually faces the opposite of the other seats. So, when I looked at the passenger in the very back I could only see the back of his head.8

That head was not familiar. That's very strange sounding isn't it? But, it's true. I don't recognize that neck or the shape or the color of the carefully defined hair. I want to know who that person is so, I climb back.9

Suddenly, for no reason, my dad seems to become agitated. He speeds up considerably and turns the steering wheel. 10

How can everyone avoid hitting you, Dad? I am thinking this quietly to myself. 11

I let out a "hmpf!" as my body is thrown against the window from the sharp turn my father just completed. Mom's seatbelt catches me around the waist somehow and I am stuck in that position. I look up to check out my mysterious backseat friend and am just in time to see him turn around and pull an incredibly large, and incredibly real gun to my little sister's head.12

I feel my eyes widen and my entire body grows rigid. He pulls the trigger. 13

"NOOO!!" I scream out in agony and try in vain to untangle myself from the seatbelt. 14

He puts the gun up to another one of my siblings head. BANG! I scream out again. 15

Why isn't anyone hearing me? I jerk my head around to my father, he just keeps driving, ignoring the rants and raves that are coming from my mouth. I can't get free. 16

Turning back to the man, I see him place the gun next to Mom. 17

No. I mouth the word to him, I am begging him with my eyes as he stares at me and pulls the trigger. 18

This time blood splatters onto my face, a piece of my mother's scalp flicks onto his cheek. He slowly picks it all, still staring at me, sticks it back onto my mother's half-way, blown-off head. 19

Going to his next victim, I struggle once more with the seatbelt and then let out a cry as it suddenly gives away. 20

My murderous friend looks over at me, this time he's grinning. 21

Why are you grinning at me? Why did you kill my family? Will you kill me now?22

Various thoughts run through my head and he only shakes a finger at me and then places the gun behind the last victim, my father. 23

"Don't..." My word falls on a deaf man. His target collapses onto the steering wheel and suddenly, he's gone. 24

I am left, sitting in the seat, a pool of blood gathering around me. Not my blood. Their blood. 25

I am still alive. By myself. Now what do I do?26