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When you have parents like his it’s very hard to not care. Visions bounced in and out through his head all night, being trapped, falling through tunnels, all very much Alice in Wonderland like. Unfortunately, it was nothing as fun.

This one had started out peaceful, nice grassy hill with flowers blooming over head, it was after all spring. Soft showers of pink petals falling all around and the intoxicating smell of the flowers just begged for a mid afternoon’s nap.

The dog haired boy had settled against the tree for a rest, when suddenly the leaves turned from pink to a dark crimson, the shade of blood. A small shiver ran down his spine. Azzo knew where this was going…

Suddenly the lovely afternoon was gone filled with blood and darkness. The crimson petals stained his vision as he ran, he was trying to get away, only to trip. There was a sickening crack, the pain was something familiar. However only in a different location, his leg was broken. He’d tripped and on the fall down the dark tunnel his leg snapped. It was as if his whole body felt it. When he landed with a thud, he cried out in pain, but no one heard him, all was silent as if he’d never yelled.

His whole body quivered as he tried to pick himself up, something was after him, that figure again he could feel it. Suddenly his parents appeared, they’ve never come to help him before, why now?

“Hahahaha, look Meredith, he’s broken his leg.” A man’s voice boomed out first.
“Aww what a poor b*****d.” Echo’d a lady’s voice, much more sinister than his mother’s actual voice.

His eyes held tears, “Mom… dad… help…” He begged trying his best to move with a broken leg, but it didn’t go well, he just fell on his face, deciding to crawl he was moving as fast as he could to his parents, to hide behind them. Cower like a sad little pup, his mother looked at him with cold eyes. “Get away from me. You should’ve never existed.” She kicked at his arm, leaving a pain, something unexplainable.

“Please…. Mom… mommy….” He whimpered, it was as if he was mentally aging backwards. Tears in his eyes still, “Mommy please,” He flung himself at her legs clinging to them for a brief moment before they vanished. He was shaking still, still trying to cling to nothingness.

The figure seemed to be closing on him. His eyes clearly held fear as he scrambled his way towards a door trying to open it. Another hole, another tunnel straight down, he fell in attempts to get away. This time he smacked a bed post on the side his ribs had just healed on.

There was another crack, this one just as painful. However this time he landed in folds of sheets, something soft broke his fall. He looked around, tears still in his eyes. Wanting for salvation from this thing he couldn’t will himself to wake up from. Always wanting to be saved. His eyes met those of Melody, she had a pitied look on her face, frowning. “Melody!” He tried to cling to her but just as he did she turned into one of those many monsters, he cried in pain as his ribs sent a sharp reminder they were broke. The monster was aiming to bite him, he did the best he could to get away, scrambling from the bed trying to get to the other door, but it too flew open.

That figure that was chasing him, it stood there, long hair flowing. You could tell it was smiling, you could see it, he shivered, he was almost convulsing with fear of it. “No… no not again…”

The same end to them all, he was trying to wake up, tossing and turning, he screamed as his tongue was ripped out again, drowning in his own blood.

Azzo Wolf Crowley rolled out of bed, hitting the floor hard, face as green as a soda bottle. He was shaking hard, as the sweat run down his chest and off his face. He could feel the pain of his ribs, and throbbing in his leg where it’d broke in the dream.

After a long time laying on the floor arms propped him up just enough shivering, he heard his grams peek in, frowning. He knew she was debating on saying something, he knew he’d woke her up... When he weakly waved her away she left.

He closed his eyes, shaking his head, the sick feeling didn’t fade quickly this time. Lucky him he’d cut down on eating, something these dreams were good for. With a limp and nursing his ribs, that weren’t broken but pained as they were, he made his way for the stairs, almost like a drunk. Falling into the wall here and there. Though It wasn’t until he was outside well into the back yard he just let himself collapse there and rest, waiting for the wave of nausea to either do its thing or pass. The cooler air of the spring nights was almost a comfort to him now.

He resolved when he felt better he’d go back inside, but until then, he was laying on the lawn of his back yard, dressed only in pajama pants, praying that this feeling and pain passed. Breathing heavy, he reflected on his parents… He wished his mother would come to visit, he’d give anything if she’d come, tell him it was alright, it was just a bad dream… Tell him she still loved him, and she was sorry for not believing he was alive. He just wished she’d come home... Tears rolled down his cheek as he lay there thinking about her. He just wanted to hear something once more from her, something that was comforting. Somewhere nearby there was a party going, at least it sounded like it. Azzo was glad the yard was fenced in with a privacy fence, but he could hear Down With the Sickness playing in the background.