( James p.o.v. )

An imposter took our life away

" I've been sitting here thinking for about four hours, and I have work again tonight.." I groaned and laid down on my bed.

I sighed, and looked over at the clock on my night stand.

4:26

I grabbed my pillow and buried my face in it.

I need to protect Dusk tonight, sure she's really cute, but that doesn't mean anything!

Or does it?

I shrugged it off and went to go shower quickly.

***

I got out of the shower, I dried myself off and walked into my room to find some lounging pants and a t-shirt.

I got dressed quickly, I threw the towel on the shower rack.

4:47

I sighed and walked to the kitchen quickly, a little snack can't really hurt.

I smirked lightly and grabbed a Pepsi, and a small cup of peaches I had sitting in the fridge.

I went and sat down on the couch, to watch a little tv.

South Park or The Simpsons?

I turned The Simpsons on, and opened the Pepsi.

5:37

I yawned and took a quick sip of Pepsi before falling asleep.

* Dream *

I groaned, and found myself in a Freddy Fazbear suit.

I panicked a bit," LET ME OUT!!! LET ME OUT!!!" I shrieked trying to pull the head off.

The Marionette stared at me, right in the eye.

" We finally got you Richard, we finally got you!" The Marionette chuckled and left.

Richard?

I looked down at the suit I was in, blood was on my body, face, almost everywhere.

I coughed up blood, I felt like vomiting.

" LET ME OUT!!! PLEASE!!!" I coughed more blood up.

Then it was black for me

* Dream Over *

I woke up in a pool of sweat

It was just a dream? Right?

8:34

" Crud..." I muttered.

I jumped off the couch, I went into my bedroom and grabbed my watch and took it off quickly.

I had work tonight, which means more craziness.

I groaned and grabbed my work uniform.

***

I got my watch back on, and smirked.

I ran out to the Living Room, and turned the Tv off.

Let's do this

I grabbed my car keys, and house keys.

I locked the front and back door, soon walking out to my car.

I unlocked my car and jumped in, starting it up.

Time for another night of, weirdness

I thought, while backing out of my driveway.

Ring Ring!

I cursed under my breath and answered my phone.

" James Citris speaking." I said quietly, trying to concentrate on driving.

" HI!! ITS GREG!!!" a familiar screamed into the phone.

I swore under my breath," Hi Greg, what do you want?" I asked.

" Just wondering when you're gonna get here, Dusk and Scott are waiting for you." Greg said quietly.

" I'll be there, give me fifteen minutes."

I hung up, and continued driving.

***

( ???'s p.o.v. )

" GET BACK HERE YOU WORTHLESS SON!!" my dad yelled loudly at me.

He threw his bear bottle hitting me in the head.

" Da-dad..please...stop.." I was a crying mess.

" SHUT UP YOU IDIOTIC SON!!!" my dad yelled at me again.

He grabbed his cigarette and pinned me up against the wall.

He pressed the cigarette against my throat, putting it out.

I screamed out in pain," STOP!!! PLEASE!!!"

My dad grabbed my shirt collar, slamming me against the wall,

" I HOPE YOU DIE!!!" he shouted in my ear.

He left the house, to go get drunk again,

I winced in pain as I touched the back font head.

I felt warm tears gather in my eyes, I was a crying mess.

Why? Why does he hate me? Was it when he sent my mom to the emergency room? Leaving her to die?

Tears streamed down my cheeks, the back of my head was bleeding.

My throat was in absolute pain, I coughed up a small amount of blood.

I was left to suffer, left in pain.

I couldn't stop crying, it hurt so much.

Without love, pain! Can't get enough, pain! Without love! Cause I'd rather feel pain then nothing at all!

I got on one knee, to only hold myself up for a few seconds,

I stood up slowly, falling against the wall.

I groaned, but the tears would not stop.

Why does he hate me?

I walked up the stairs, to the bathroom.

I opened the cabinets finding cotton balls and bandages.

I grabbed both and pulled a cotton ball out, pressing it against the back of my head.

I winced again, then pulled the cotton ball away, seeing fresh blood stuck to it.

I put a piece of gauze around my head, soon running to my room.

I laid down on my bed, and cried.

ID RATHER FEEL PAIN THEN NOTHING AT ALL!!!

I thought, before completely passing out.

* Dream *

" Brother, you need to wake up. Come on, please wake up..." a soft voice whispered into my ear.

My eyes flittered open, I saw a girl around the age of 7 standing over me, holding my hand.

" Wh-, wh-who ar-are y-you?" I stuttered.

The girl looked at me, tears were falling from her eyes.

" It's me, Lindsey..you're sist-sister..." she cried softly into my chest, which was in a lot of pain.

" I love you bid brother..." Lindsey soon disappeared.

And in her place was a orange cat animatronic, which had electrifying green eyes, and a bright yellow lighting bolt on her forehead,

" You can't...you can't hide from us~" the cat smirked, leaving me.

Leaving the words, You can't

* Dream Over *

I woke up, gasping for breath.

11:42

Usually, every night my dad wouldn't come back till 8:00 in the morning.

Drunk, and angry

I sighed, and took my shirt off.

I grabbed a new one, seeing there was blood on the other one.

Detroit Tiger's Baseball

I gave a light smile and put it on.

I ran downstairs, to the kitchen.

I grabbed and old washrag, got it wet, got some soap on it,

And started to clean the wall where my head got smacked into.

There was a bit of blood, but it was gone now.

You Can't Hide From Us