The next day, I was at Palm park, under the same palm tree. But I could count four legs that time. Ana was there with me, engaged in same horny palm park's activity. I am no man from mars. Weeks passed. I feared my nightmares might turn true. She started freaking out with Doctor often. I was dumb seeing her with him. Couldn’t question her about her behavior. As i feared, Doctor took her to palm park, and she returned wet. Yes I mean.
Never joined my lid, that night. My eyes were spitting on my cheeks, thinking over her ill behavior. It was twelve noon when I got up the next day. Couldn’t move my hand, sprain I guess. “Wasn’t I sleeping?” I doubted.
I was disturbed mentally. I rushed to her room to warn her. Found her red and dead. She must be killed, by a man with a deranged mind. I wondered, seeing my shirt with bloodstains. Tried a lot to come out of my dream. Not a dream, i realized.
" Hey am no fucking insane"; " I wouldn't have tore her".
Her death was very similar to her mom's. " I hate her mom. but i know i didn't kill her".
Saw my (Dutch)knife next to my Ana. My nightmares were no more just nightmares.