"Someone's dead!"
I jump from my bed, 'A bad dream?', I think to myself.
Its 4 am, corridor lights are on, i find it odd.
Before I even fidget, i hear sobs, i stare through the transparent curtain down the corridor.
I see my sister, standing still, back laid up against the wall, i slowly walk up to her, half in fear of what she has to say.
"Why are you crying?", I ask in my half sleepy voice as i rub my eyes.
She lifts up her head off the ground, looks me dead in the eye, and answers," He's left us!!".
"A dream come true?!" I think, before i walk off in shock. Left speechless by three words, I take a seat and stare into space, dumbfounded.
I wanna cry to help ease the pain, but i've already been crying ever since he left home, 3 months of me coming home to an empty space in our once shared wardrobe.
The feeling of missing him and a strange feeling that kept telling me he's never coming back used to get me all the time, was all just a feeling till i woke up from a vague dream, a man without a face in a white thobe!!
"Someone's dead!"..
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