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“Ahhhhhh!!” I scream on top of my lung as I gasp for air.It is in the middle of my bed in my room. It’s midnight. The dream came again. I climb off from my bed. Trembling terribly.

And I crawl at the corner of my room, hugging my knees tightly. My chest heaves up and down with uncertain tempo, panting heavily. I can still see the flash of my dream. The honking sound sounds real. In fact, loud enough for making me shivers. To send me at the edge of my sanity. I closed my eyes tightly, not wanting the dream played over and over in my head.

No matter I told myself to shut the recorded memory of mine, I still couldn’t stop it. Yeah.. The dreams are not the real incident happened before. I never had been there. In fact, I never know what actually happened. Who hit whose? Little to my knowledge, I only knows that he was hit by a car. But whose fault it is for the accident? I don’t know. I was given the pictures of the accident from the cops; the crashed vehicles, and the body of course. My little brother’s body.

I know the entire dreams are my subconscious mind’s drawing. And it is getting worse from times. At first, I always had the same repeated dreams. The exact version of the pictures that still in my possession, under my bed, inside a brown box, wrapped along with a silver necklace. Always the same one. But it never failed to scares the living sh*t of me. Makes me having long night everytimes they appeared. Wake up in the middle of night, panting, gasping for air for it has