This. I vowed to take this awful secret to the grave. But now, maybe I want to share it. I will tell you all, not a lovely dream, but a hellish nightmare.

It began at my home, my lovely home, where I cherished my pleasant memories yet feared my darkest ones. I lived in this home for my entire life, and it was my safe haven. The only place where a little girl felt safe from the constant struggles of the world outside of the front door. So there I was, sleeping in my room, dreaming sweet dreams about what awaits me tomorrow.

When suddenly, the scream of my mother awoken me. I sat up in bed quickly, debating was it real or simply a hallucination. Then, I heard a loud thud, coming from somewhere in the house.

I was very scared. I looked across my room, where I should have found my two older sisters, sleeping peacefully. Their beds, however, had no trace of them. I had to investigate, alone.

With trembling arms, I pushed my warm covers off, shivering at the icy cold air that immediatedly made contact with my skin. I threw my legs over my bed, slowly putting my feet on the cold floor, being as quiet as possible. However, my quietness didn't help, by the fact that everything seemed to have fallen in dead silence.

I tip-toed over to my bedroom door, and with pure caution and quietness, I turned the cold doorknob. I slowly opened the door, praying to not let the door make any unwanted noises. I breathed a sigh of relief, when my prayer was answered.

I stepped out into the hallway, quietly walking to my big brother's room. Perhaps my brother would be in his room. With the same tactic, I slowly opened his door. My heart sunk, when my eyes landed on his deserted bed. I was all alone.

I shivered at the thought, but with all my strength and bravery combined, I could look around the house. My house. Instead of it's cozy, bright, and warm atmosphere I was well-known with, everywhere I went, the place was bathed with darkness, the air was very ice cold, and it felt dreadful, like my own home just died.

My heart seemed to be beating slower and slower, in each room I went. The kitchen, the bathroom, the backyard, everywhere, didn't have a single trace of any of my family members. It was truly breaking my heart, piece by piece. I kept hope, because there was one place I didn't check. The living room.

It seemed like forever, until I finally reached the living room's door. With my hope, now joining forces with my bravery and strength, I quietly turned the doorknob and slowly opened the door. The sight....it still haunts me to this day. When I saw the sight in front of my 10-year old form, all my hope seemed to have been sucked out from me, including my life.

The sight of my mutilated family, I will never forget that sight. I collapsed on the floor, my hot tears falling endlessly on my pale cheeks, as I tried to wake up my dead family. "Mommy! Please wake up!", I cried, as I shook my mother, to no avail. "She isn't going to wake up, daughter.", a male voice said.

I looked up to see the man behind the slaughter, but I couldn't. It was simply a dark figure in that darkly lit room. Suddenly, his face was now in mine, as he grinned darkly at me. My father. The devil himself. "I have come to take you home, daughter.", he said. His tone made chills go down my spine and I crawled away slowly to get away from him. "No! You killed my family! No!", I screamed, through my tears, as I wiped them away, furiously. I would not show the devil weakness.

"I will never forgive you.", I growled, venom dripping in each word. "Oh. So you can forgive your family? For everything that they did to you. To make you upset and alone", my father growled back. He pointed at my dead family, as he said each of their misdeeds.

He pointed at my mother. "Mommy didn't want to tell you the truth. She was the one who made you feel miserable. And what does she do to comfort you? She leaves you alone, while she's with her Prince Charming!", he growled, looking at her, with pure disgust and hatred.

He pointed at my older sister. "Your sister never showed you love! She hated you, since the start. She was jealous of you! When I left, she left you and you simply got replaced by a dashing and handsome boy. Looks like she found someone who she really loves!", he said, before spitting on her. "Ungrateful brat.", he muttered.

He pointed at my oldest sister. "You see this? The body of a traitor! She abandoned you! She only cared about herself! She didn't care about you! I told her she was the worst daughter ever, and I was right.", he said, not even taking a glance at her. "Worst mother too.", he added.

Finally, he pointed at my brother, my only brother. "Your brother simply never cared nor loved you. He says he wants to change, but what does he do? Gets drunk and says life isn't fair! If he loved you, he would drop that bottle and hug you, never letting you go. He is simply a lost soul in your eyes, isn't he?", he said, looking down upon him. I could have sworn I saw some mixtures of hurt and despair, but only for a second, before they went back to hate and betrayal.

"Why waste your life on these demons, daughter? Surely, you want a happy and joyful life, do you? Why waste it on more lies, more sins, that these fools will throw you at?", He then reached out his hand to me. I looked at it, it was still stained by my family's blood.

I looked at him. His face seemed to have soften, he no longer looked like a devil. "Come with me. I will take you to a better life."

Like a fool, I took it. He pulled me into a hug, before picking me up. "My perfect daughter.", he mumbled, kissing the top of my head. He casually opened the front door and walked out. However, he stopped. "Oh, one more thing.", he said, before searching through his pockets for his desired item.

He pulled it out and handed it to me. A lighter. I looked over my father's shoulder and looked at my family. Their bodies were now covered in the gleaming liquid of gasoline. With no control of my movements, I threw the lit lighter at them, as my father quickly locked the door and closed it shut.

He began to walk again. Walking away from my home, which was slowly starting to be engulfed in flames. I looked over my father's shoulder once more, watching debris, slowly being fallen apart. And for each debris that fell, a memory was taken from me. As I looked at my home, I could have sworn I heard something.

Then, I heard it again, crystal clear. The screams of agony coming from my loved ones. I saw their figures banging on the windows, crying for help, as they were slowly being consumed by the flames. A part of me wanted to get out of my father's bloody embrace and save them, but my father sensed it.

He whispered more misdeeds of my family members, putting me under his spell. His manipulative spell. Like a fool again, I believed each and every one of his lies. I closed my eyes, as he still continued to whisper more.

The sounds of the fire trucks and the paramedics made me open my eyes again. The firefighters sprayed their hoses, trying to save my home, but just like my memories, it was already too late to save. Time stood still again and my father stopped walking. What was going on?

That's when I saw them. The medics, somehow, got the burnt bodies of my loved ones out. There were four paramedic vehicles, my oldest sister was being wheeled into the first one. However, my sister sat up, but none of the medics seemed alert by her. "No. She didn't survive, sir.", one of them said, solemly. So how is she sitting up looking directly at me?

I looked back at her. Her whole appearance was burnt and her eyes, they were filled with tears, and she gave me a sad smile. Although I was a good distance away from the chaos, I was able to see and hear everything, clear.

I'll never forget what she said to me. "Lindsay. I do love you and I do care. I forgive you and it's not your fault. I'm sorry I left, but I was so scared, but I never abandoned you. You can still save me, all you have to do is simply forgive me.", she said sadly, tears streaming down her charcoaled cheeks.

The doors to her paramedic car began to close and before they could, she said one final plead. "I have a daughter to go home to.", she sadly whispered, before the doors closed on her. Next up, was my middle sister. She was no longer beautiful, for the fire had burned away every trace of beauty that my sister possessed. She sat up, once she was in her own paramedic car, and still no one was alerted. "Same here. She's long gone.", one of the medics said.

"Lindsay.", she called out. "Lindsay, I do love you. I am not jealous and my beloved did not replace you. I love you more. You can save me though, all you have to do is forgive me.", she said. "Would you really take my happiness away?", she sadly said, before her doors were closed.

My brother. He was wheeled into the third car. "Negative. No sign of any pulse. We lost another one.", a medic mumbled. My brother sat up and looked at me. His features were ruined, he didn't seem recognizable anymore, only his voice. His voice was the only thing that remained of him. And he called out to me. "Lindsay, I'm sorry. Please come back! I don't want to lose my only friend! Please, I need my little sister!", he cried out. "I need you to forgive me!", he pleaded. The doors began to close and he cried out one last time. "I don't want to be alone!" Boom! The doors closed.

Yet still, I didn't try to get out of my father's embrace. My mother was soon wheeled into the last car. "No pulse. Everyone died.", one of the medics declared. My mother then sat up, and I'll never forget the look in her eyes. She was hurt, disappointed, and above all, betrayed by her youngest daughter. And she called out.

"Lindsay. No one can ever be more important than you. I will always protect you and I'm sorry, for everything. You can fix all of this. We can be a family again. All you have to do is forgive us.", she softly said, tears streaming down her face as she prayed silently in Spanish. The doors to her car began to close and she looked up at me one last time and she softly whispered. "I need my daughter back." Boom! The doors closed. Then time seemed to have came back, as my father began to walk again, to the darkness, unaware of the chaos unfolding behind him.

Suddenly, my family members started to bang on the doors and they pleaded once more to me. "Lindsay!" "Help us!" "Save us!" "Lindsay, please!" I then realized my mistake.

I pushed, kicked, punched, but my father kept a death grip on me. I began to cry, my tears stung, and I begged for someone to help. Suddenly, I saw people, people that I knew. Friends, relatives, people that I knew and loved, walked by us. I cried out for them, but they seemed to have ignored me, as they started to walk away from my view, disappearing. Out of all the people, only 7 looked at me.

I knew them all too well. My oldest sister's husband, my middle sister's boyfriend, my mother's true love, my three best friends who were like sisters, and.. my beloved boyfriend.

My three best friends looked at me. Pain in their eyes, but they simply shook their heads. "We trusted you, Lindsay. You betrayed us.", they said in unison, before they disappeared.

My oldest sister's husband spoke up. "You took my love away from me. Now, my little princess will grow up without a mother.", he said, he had my baby niece in his arms as well. She cried when she saw me, realizing what I did to her mother. Both people disappeared.

My mother's true love stepped up. "Your mother made me very happy. Why did you take her away from me?", he said sadly, before walking off as well. My middle sister's boyfriend stepped up. "I loved your sister. Now, I don't know what to do, now that my angel is gone.", he sadly said, before walking off, disappearing as well.

That only left my boyfriend. He calmly and quietly walked away, but before he could disappear he softly said one thing. "I loved you Lindsay. You simply broke my heart." He then diappeared.

In the distance, I could still see my family members, who were still banging on the doors. I watched in horror as their faces began to fade away and all my precious memories that I shared with each of them, began to vanish. I tried to grasp a memory of one of them, but they were gone, except for one. The memory of what I did to them.

I layed my head in defeat, as I began to mourn everything that I lost, every regret that I had to live with. That is, until my father stopped walking. I looked at him, only it wasn't him, it was the devil himself. The real devil. "Welcome to Hell. Pay for your sins.", he chuckled darkly, as a portal began to open from the darkness that surrounded us. I looked in the portal and my eyes grew in horror.

Screams of agony and pain filled my ears of the sinners, as I tried to block the painful noises by covering my ears. It was no use. They pleaded and asked for forgiveness, but they knew that once you enter Hell, you can't come out. I then felt the devil grab my waist and he chuckled darkly, as he threw me in.

But before I could land into the Inferno, I woke up, sitting up on my bed. I gasped for air and sweat dripped from my forehead. It was just a nightmare. I hugged myself, trying to calm down from the hellish experience. I looked out the window, a ray of light entering the room. My room wasn't filled with darkness, only the warm light of the Sun.

I looked across the room and smiled. My sisters were there, sleeping peacefully and beautifully, like the angels they were. I quietly opened the door and made my way to my brother's room. I quietly opened the door and sighed in relief, he was well and sleeping still. I texted my mother, who would be at work by now, and I told her that I had waken up. Seconds later, she texted back, 'Ok hija, take care. ♥'. She was good too.

Everyone was well, except me. I always pondered, why did I have that dream. And I think I know the answer. If I had lost my sanity and carried out my revenge plans, that would have been the result of it. Everyone would turn away from me and I would be burning in Hell. It would not have been worth it. I guess the nightmare was a warning for me, to stay sane. To enjoy my new life, the true life.

My father, however, it eludes me. Was it a sign of him coming back? Would he try to hurt my family? Would I give in to his sick games and terrible deeds? No! I wouldn't. I would lose everything in my life. That was my second greatest fear. The first, is my father. That morning, I made a vow. I did the vow in the form of poetry. I wrote in my mind, mentally, the following:

I loved you

Now I hate you too

Why, Well, I simply don't care

So don't come back, don't you dare

If you do, I'll be waiting

For revenge, I shall be seeking

My knife of justice, will be thrusted into your heart

And you'll pay, for tearing me and my family apart

After that, I went back to bed and I crawled back to sleep. I smiled, as I dreamed about my new vengeance and how the devil will pay for everything. All I had to do, was wait for him to come to my front door. Three years have passed by, and I'm still waiting.

Thank you for taking the time to read this. I really did have this dream and it scares me to this day. Hopefully you enjoyed. ♥Bye♥