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on: 03:15:04 PM 10/10/18
“W-where’s Grandpa?” I asked.

Tears rolled down my mothers tan skin as her pink lips quivered.“Grandpa is- Grandpa is...” Her body racked with sobs as she tried to get the words out.

“Grandpa is.” She dropped to her knees, and she buried her hands into her face and fell to her side. Grandma and Dad bent down next to her; Grandma rested her hand on top of her shoulder.

“What about Nick?” I asked.

“Dead.” Dad said emotionlessly.

I didn’t know how to feel and could hardly think straight. My eyelids felt like they weighed a thousand pounds.
 They shut. That acrid stench filled my nostrils again, my eyes opened, and I saw a familiar charred face looking down at me. The man took his cigarette and jammed it into my eye. I felt like my entire face was on fire. He pushed it deeper and deeper; twisting it as he laughed

My eyes snapped open, and I sat right up.

I was drenched in sweat and noticed a dark splotch on the blanket. I spent a few days in the hospital and was released with a bandage wrapped around my hand and a bandage on my chest.

Mom pulled me into a tight bear hug and kissed me on the cheek. “We’re gonna go home. Dad, Grandma, and Stacey are waiting for us.”

“Okay.” I replied.

We got into her car, Mom pulled out of the driveway and pulled out into the road.

“So, what happens now?” I asked.

Mom stifled  a sob. “Well, I already made arrangements for the wake and funeral. The service will be in a few days. "

I watched her in the rearview, tears rolled down her cheeks, her hand covered her mouth. She sniffed and swallowed trying to compose herself. We drove home in silence. A loud roar of thunder bellowed from the heavens, as rain smashed against the windows. We pulled into our driveway; green peeling paint covered the house, the lawn was overgrown and yellowed, a tree branch scraped against the roof of the car. She parked in front of the garage; packed with bobbleheads, movie posters, sports cards, and various other knick-knacks.

Mom  sighed. “You’re father needs to find another place for the stuff from the store I’m tired. Of not being able to park the car in the garage.”
She looked at the backseat and pursed her lips. “I forgot my umbrella; we’re gonna have to run in to avoid the rain, Tommy.” We rushed out of the car despite our best efforts to avoid the rain; we got soaked.

As we cleaned our feet on the welcome matt, we heard dad say:

“You two look like you got out of the swimming pool.”

He scratched his black beard that was so long it rested on his beer belly. “How have you been feeling Tommy?”

I rubbed my bandaged  hand. "I'm doing a bit better."

Mom pointed her stubby little finger in Dads' face. “Bill you’ve got to do something about that garage, it's ridiculous that you have all that shit packed in there.”

Dad's shoulders slacked  exasperatedly “There’s nowhere else to put it. There’s zero room at the store, that warehouse is as packed as it’s gonna get.”

Mom shook her head “Figure it out Bill that crap isn’t gonna be in there much longer.”

“Whatever.” Dad said.

As I walked into the living room, I could hear Stacey say.

“When are thewy coming home?”

Stacey was sitting on the couch facing Grandma. Grandma noticed us and smiled.

“Turn around, Honey.” Grandma said.

Stacey turned, and her face lit up. She jumped off the couch and charged me with her opens wide open. Stacey wrapped her arms around me. “How’s your hawnd?”

“It’s… better.” I replied.

I turned to Mom and Dad.

Grandma noticed the time on the clock on the wall, and she got off the couch. “All right, everyone, I’m gonna be heading home now.”

“Aren’t you gonna stay for dinner?” Mom asked.

Grandma headed for the door. “I’m tired, Honey.”

I headed upstairs. “I’m pretty tired; I’m gonna go upstairs to lay down.”

“Okay, I’ll call you down when it’s time for dinner.” Dad said.

I climbed the stairs and went into my bedroom. Laying down I let everything sink in I knew nothing would be the same. One of the most important people in my life had just died. Killed by an insane man. Grandma’s life will never be the same. She’s trying to keep her spirit high for everyone. I know she’s in great pain. Tears streamed down my cheeks and out the corners of my eyes, drenching the pillow. My heart thudded in my chest, and my stomach began to ache. I turned on my side and curled up. The burning started in my hand again. I needed pain meds, but I was too weak to get up; too feeble to call out for help. The smell of smoke filled my room.

 My eyes slammed shut, and I fell into unconsciousness.

My eyes slammed shut, and I fell into unconsciousness I woke up in an abyss of darkness; I didn’t know how I got there, or how long I’ve been there. “Help!” I screamed.

“Skin.” I heard someone say.

Smoke filled my nostrils; oddly it smelt like burnt meat.

I dropped to my knees. “No, no, no, no!”

“All he wants is your skin.” A familiar voice said.

I turned to see John.

Plaid shirt unbuttoned exposing his pale fat gut, splotches of blood covered the pale flesh, dirty, unkempt hair spilled down his shoulders.
Blood, exposed nerves, and muscle served as his face.

“All you have you have to do is give him your skin.” He said.

I noticed something shiny in John’s hand. After a second glimpse, I realized he was holding a knife. He turned the knife in his hand, pointing the handle at me. “Your skin."

I took the knife in my hand and pressed the cold edge against my forearm.

“What the fuck."

 I looked up at him confused.

My eyes snapped open, and I was standing in the kitchen, a puddle of yellow liquid pooled around my feet. The awful screaming of the fire detector reverberated through the house.  I still held the knife.

Dad grabbed the knife from my hand. His face was as red as magma. “What the fu-”

“Bill stop.” Mom said.

I ran upstairs to my room, as I laid in bed.

John’s words echoed in my mind.

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