I was devastated. I was in love. Never, in my whole life have I felt that way about another person. He was sweet, charming, and just… marvelous! There were times that I couldn’t even feel my feet on the ground. I felt as though I was floating on air. The way his eyes looked into mine was so magical. I knew I had found the one I wanted to be with for the rest of my life.

Unfortunately, some people did not feel the same way about our relationship. My father is a brute! A horrible, horrible brute! He knew I found someone I loved and had to take it away from me. If he’s not happy, no one can be. What I’m trying to say is, my father shot my one true love. Don’t think me mad! I watched him do it with my own eyes.

My love had come to my window where we exchanged a few quick words. I watched as he slipped away into the oncoming night. When he was close to the far corner of the street I saw a figure step out from the shadows. Even from far away I knew it was my father. I couldn’t see his face but his stature was unmistakable. I could even see the shadow of the gun in his hands. My senses heightened and I was frozen in fear. My love raised his hands, as if trying to calm him down, proving he had not weapon. They seemed to have a few heated words but everything was too far away for me to hear. I was on edge. What was going to happen? I didn’t only fear for his life, but the possibility of my life without him as well. I was hoping my father wasn’t going to be such a horrible man and just let him go. My hopes were too high.

The shot rang out in the night and I saw my love crumple to a heap on the ground. I let out a strangled, tortured cry. Rushing from the house and down the road, I fell next to my love’s lifeless body. Tears cascaded down my face as I tried to close up the gushing hole. It was no use. He was already gone. Clutching his hand, I laid my head on his chest. No sound of a heartbeat destroyed me. I stayed crumpled next to him for a long time, wishing I could have done something to stop all this. all the while my father towered over the scene, a sinister smile playing on his lips.

This entry is titled I dreamed a dream because this is based off a dream I had at 7 in the morning. It was really weird. The disclaimer is that it wasn’t my real father or boyfriend in the dream, which I’m glad about. I was really upset in the dream but if it were my real dad and boyfriend I would be 10 times more upset.

-Casey