Was this real?

I was sitting on the stairs in my house when Mom came into the living room with a gun in her hand. Dad, my two younger sisters and I froze because, well, Mom just came into the room with a gun. She was screaming and shouting something while waving the gun around in the air. She then pointed the gun at me and my 16 year old sister. I froze. Click bang. She shot my sister in the head. Blood spurted everywhere. I couldn't even cry because it was such a shock. Mom had lost her mind.

She then pointed the gun at Dad and started screaming again. He kept trying to block the gun out of the way, but Mom was stronger. She pointed the gun straight to his head and literally blew his brains out. I was perspiring and my lips were quivering. My muscles froze and my heart stopped. What do I do? What do I do?

Mom looked at me and my youngest sister with crazed eyes that told me she had gone insane. She glared at us. Miraculously, she walked away from the living room and buried herself in her room, leaving me and my sister safe. Alone with the dead bodies.

Should I clean up the bodies? There are brain parts everywhere. What do I do with those? How do I protect my sister? Should I tell anyone? Will Mom run after me if I walk outside? Why did she shoot us?

I was scared she was going to go berserk again when the night came. I walked in circles, trying to think of what to do next. In the end, I decided to run away with my sister. I couldn't leave her. She was 8 years old. She deserves better than that.

So the night came. I wrapped my sister in blankets and carried her out. For some odd reason, carrying her in a blanket somehow seemed safer. I opened the door as quietly as I could. It still made the stupid creaky metal noise.

I took off. I never looked back, and with my sister in my arms, I darted past the darkness.

I don't remember where I went. All I remember is a small glass house I lived in with my sister. It was always sunny and bright. And I do remember my mom discovering us later on, but I don't know what happened after that.

I woke up at 4 o'clock in the morning because of this dream. Maybe the thought of the AP Calculus Exam was haunting me.

And I'm really hoping this website doesn't die, even after 20 years.