My brother Tim has been acting strange and I have been missing my memories around certain times. I go to sleep and have a dream about running through a forest the smell of blood around me. I wake up in a cold sweat. It's around six in the morning and Tim should be up. I walk into the halls and knock on Tim's door. It's really dark and hard to see so I just focus on his door. He opens it the second time and I walk in. "Tim I had another nightmare but this time I was in the woods and a tall dark figure was chasing me. I smelled blood and rust. I felt something cold wrap around me then I woke up". Tim writes it down in a notebook. "Can I sleep in here with you, tonight" I ask. Tim nods and we lay down in his bed. After about ten minutes we hear stuff being thrown around the house. We hear a scream from our mother and a grunt coming from the kitchen. Me and Tim look at each other scared and confused. We stay silent for a minute and Tim wispers "shhh... stay here, I promise to come back". He grabs a baseball bat and slowly opens the door. I hear a crash and then the house was silent. Tim walks back in and says "whom ever that was they left". "Come on lets go check. Also turn on every light as we go in" I say. He nods and grabs my hand. We walk out and see trashed rooms as we turn on the lights on. There was pills all over the floor and things were ripped and broken. I see our dead parents laying on the ground. I start crying and Tim pulls me in his room. "Pack your bags were leaveing till this gets settled out" Tim says