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Another day of being tired after school

And I just pass out on my comfortable bed,

Falling into the same old deep sleep I always do.

Least I'll be warm with my skinny jeans on.

Deciding to abandon all of my miserable life,

I ran and ran across the states back to him,

Legs being so sore from being unstoppable.

I wanted to just stay with him...

How did this psycho bitch of a mother find me?

So close to feeling his touch again

And she blocks me from his reach

With the look of revenge and madness in her eyes.

The glimpse of the butcher knife already frightened me,

But I couldn't abandon him because of a simple fear.

With all the street lights on at night,

I charge my way through to win this fight.

With most of my strength not being in this dream,

She easily holds me down to the cement ground.

With me groaning in pain as she stretches out my arm,

I began to scream from feeling the knife cutting my hand.

Every pain felt so real from the knife...

I try to kick her and run away,

But she manages to grab my feet and drag me.

The screaming continues as she cuts through my legs.

The pain of being mutilated feels so real,

I manage to look at my own body.

Blood drips out of my skin rapidly

And my face becomes paralyzed in horror.

As she starts to come towards me,

I scream as loud as I could with anger,

Making her crouch in pain with her covering her ears.

There was my last chance to run to the end.

The blood wears me out so fast,

My running speed drops down like rain.

As my mind knows that this wasn't going to end well,

I use my last breath to scream out, "CHRIS!!!"

Waking up with sweat running down my face,

I feel my heart racing fast like a hamster on a wheel.

Tears runs down my oily, make-up smeared face.

How did I manage to survive a nightmare for 5 hours?