The knocks.

The nightmares always start with the knocks. 

Then the dread.

And the awful hurt that starts in the pit of your stomach, seeping, bursting out of your heart. 

The knocks. 

I wish I hadn't heard it then.
For want to prolong the happiness that was before it.

The knocks. 

I hated it.
Because every time I try to wake up from the nightmare, the knocks brought me back to the reality. 

To the reality that the knocks were not mere fragments of my imagination.
That the knocks weren't remnants from a dream. 

They were a reminder of death that was to come. 

Hey lovely readers! I'm baaaaaaaaack. I'm so sorry I've been gone for a while. Had a lot of things to do. Thank you all for sticking around. I love love loves youuu.

Anyways, enough of the mushy stuff. I'd be posting the other chapters soon. Just have to get a steady internet connection (which I don't have). So here's a sneak peek of what's to come. Care to comment? :)