I stood in front of the gates of hell. They opened and me and the other demons flew into the night. Angels. They were waiting for us on the clouds.

I wake up. I'm hot and my head is pounding. I sit up and turn on the light. I look out my window, up at the sky. No angels and no demons. I sigh and lay down on the floor. I'm not sure why I do this. Maybe it's because the floor is cold.

I stare at the ceiling. When I was eight years old, my dad helped me put glowing stars on the ceiling. I thought they were the coolest thing ever. I laugh at my childish self even though I envy him. He didn't have as much as responsibility as sixteen year old me. He had time for fun.

"William what do you think you are doing?" I sit up to see my mom looking down at me. "Oh hey mom," I say yawning.

"Will are you okay?" She asks sitting in front of me. "Yeah I'm fine," I yawn again. "Just another dream."

My parents knew about my dreams since they started. What they didn't know was that I was writing a story about it.

My mom bowed her head getting ready to pray. "Mom, mom," I say trying not to yawn. "I'm fine. It wasn't that bad. Mother please."

She stopped and looked at me. "Oh my precious William," she's close to tears. "What did you do to deserve these awful nightmares? Nothing. I-"

I stand up and help her stand up too. She hugs me and I wrap my arms around her. She pulls away and kisses my forehead. "I love you so much," she blinks back tears. "William-"

"Mom I promise you that I am fine," I yawn and lay in bed. She turns out the light. I listen to her walk down the hall and back to her room. I don't want to go back to sleep, but my tiredness is overruling me...

"Time for school!" I hear my mom's voice yell. I open my eyes to sunlight filled room. My head is killing me and I feel sick. I want to stay home, but unless I was throwing up or had a fever, my parents would never let me take a day off. So I get out of bed to start the day.