The Stranger In the House

I wander through this house As silent as a mouse Though it is my own I feel I've been away I'm rather speechless, having not much to say I see my brother working in the shed Just passing the time as if he's seen red I see my other brother smoking a cigarette With no enthusiasm... has he too seen red? I do my daily routine Pace, contemplate and clean Though something is not quite right This summer day bears no light I come into the living room Usually lively... filled with joy Now it's naked and abandoned Like a toddlers chest of old toys But wait... I see Mother on the couch She's sad with wet crimson face She doesn't even say hello Has my coming here been a waste? "Why are you crying Mother Have I done something wrong?" She just sobs and sobs ... a rather disquieting song My father looks down at her With a smile But something about him Seems quite vile "I miss him... I miss him so much" She cries so helplessly "Who do you miss Mother? I don't understand what you mean..." My dad buts in with no consideration Revealing horrible secrets in such wicked display "Alright, alright... I confess... I killed him! But quite you're crying about it, it's better off this way!" It all comes to me In such a sudden burst I feel the intense hatred So much it hurts I'm not here... I don't exist... (at least not anymore) I'm the stranger in the house! But soon I'll get my revenge I'll make Father feel as tiny as a mouse! I know what you've done I should've known all along I will tell everyone And correct this home gone wrong I'll come to life again! I'l--- Wait... Rooms dark... Blanket wet... I feel cold... Why am I laying down? Was all that just a--- "Morning son! I've made you breakfast; Scrambled eggs and french toast, your favorite!" Could he really? ... no... Just a dream... NOTE: This entire dream actually happened to me. The only thing that was fiction was the part about my dad making me breakfast in the morning. For Russel Sivey's Dream Contest 03 - 19 - 2013