Don't touch me.

Date: 5/21/2018

Another nightmare, and a completely different scenario. I was packing up to go on a trip overseas, it was my first time traveling with my family, so I was rather excited. As I was in a dream state, I didn't question anything. Everything was progressing so fast, one moment we were inside, and then we were already on our way to the airport. It was a quick ride, we grabbed our suitcases off of the trunk of the cab and hurried inside, all joyful and happy, laughing and grinning. But it all stopped in one mere second, as gunshots went off and echoed in the crowded airport, flying left, right and center. People fell down like flies, into a pool of their own blood. Everyone was screaming and running for their life, holding their heads in between their palms. Me? I just watched. I watched my beloved ones panic, hold onto each other and wrack their brains to try find a way out. We couldn't make it out even if we wanted to. We took shelter behind some piled up suitcases, more specifically, I did. The others didn't make it, they were shot down in mere seconds. And I had to stand there and watch them. My brother, though, he was still alive. He'd managed to somehow take shelter, but it didn't hold up any longer than 5 seconds. My brother was found, shot in the head and killed in front of my eyes. The psycho behind all of this, was a man dressed in a Santa Claus costume. I only took notice of it when he approached me, and grinned at me with the biggest possible grin he could manage.