It’s a new week and it already started off badly for me. For several hours I’ve been sitting against my Fassen’s Black tree, which stands fifteen feet behind my now destroyed German house, with my elbows resting on my knees and my face buried in my hands. The thought of my house being blown to pieces breaks my heart. That was my home and I don’t understand why that idiot would do such a thing. Obviously because he is an idiot, but he knew not to do that, he knew…
~♦~

It started this morning when I woke up to find guy clothes all over the household. Automatically I thought of the Italian boy I have let into my home, Ilario. He likes to play a game where he goes through all of his clothes and runs around trying on every piece of clothing he could find and leaves a trail behind him. The game fits perfectly with his personality, childish. But he normally plays at night and I help him pick the clothes up before we go to bed and if I remember correctly, which I have an outstanding memory, I helped him clean up last night. Besides, these clothes don’t look like Ilario’s. My tired brain suddenly switched on as I realized that it had to be him.

I stormed down the hall to my brother’s room and banged on the door that had a sign which read ‘Go Away’. “Alric!” I yelled ignoring the sign, “open the door right now!” I received no response from him so I busted the door open with a kick. “Alric!” I yelled again.

My dark-red headed brother was sitting up in bed yawning and rubbing his left eye while asking “Ever heard of knocking?”

“I did knock,” I replied crossing my arms.

He put his arm down and looked at me with his cold magenta eyes. “Right,” he said sarcastically before pulling the covers over his head to go back to sleep.

“Pick up your clothes; they’re all over the house!” I told him.

“Whatever,” he mumbled.

“Now!” I shouted.

He turned to the wall so that he had his back toward me and he said in a low voice, “you’re annoying.”

That ticked me off. Fine then, be that way, see if I care, I thought as I grabbed my brother’s baseball bat from his closet and walked over to his bed. I swung the bat above my head and just when I was about to strike him I heard a childish voice come from behind me.

“Verena what are you doing?!” the voice cried.

Rats! It’s Ilario and he cries like a baby whenever Alric and I fight with each other. It’s hard to stop the Italian’s tears because he wants both my brother and me to say we are fine. But stupid Alric wants to make life harder on me and say he is not fine and that he hates me, which makes Ilario’s crying go from streaming sobs to waterfalls equivalent to the size of Niagara Falls. But right now I am busy trying to kill my brother so I cannot stop. Sorry Ilario.

There was a loud crack followed by a thud as the bat made contact with the bed. It was a sound that brought a smile to my face which quickly faded away as I saw my brother safe and sound and not injured in any way. On the other hand his bed was split in two and there was even a dent in the floor. Somehow Alric managed to get away from the impact. Tch, I knew giving him a lucky rabbit’s foot was a horrible idea or I wouldn’t be in this situation.

My brother was sitting on the floor, eyes wide and glued to his new deformed bed. He turned to glare at me with those cold pink colored eyes, which I swear turned red when they met my blue ones.

“You witch! Look at…,” he started to say but I cut him off.

“This is a mess, I expect you to clean this up. Oh, and your clothes too,” I demanded as I walked out of the room, dropping the bat on the way out.

“You’re the devil,” Alric murmured under his breath so I wouldn’t here, but I did!

I held in my anger that was boiling inside of me. I’m gonna explode! I stopped midway of the hallway and took a deep breath to calm myself down. Once I was calm I remembered Ilario was by Alric’s room but now I do not see him. He was probably downstairs sobbing to himself on the couch. Great, more stress to add to my day, I thought as I made my way to the front room.
When I was at last step I turned to only face two of my biggest nightmares. Thing 1 and Thing 2, in other words, Ann and Abigail. They are two blonde Americans who are as stupid as Ilario and Alric, if not worse. I gritted my teeth as I made my way to the medicine cabinet in the kitchen to find some aspirin because I had a major headache.
The doorbell rang and Ilario jumped from the couch and excitedly ran to the door yelling “Got it!” When he opened the door my nightmare became hell. I saw: a chatter box, uneducated, Spanish girl named Alejandra, a stuck up, bad at cooking, British woman named Elizabeth, a creepy Russian who has red spots on her white dress named Anastasiya, a lazy Greek girl named Selene, and another uneducated person named Emilio who is from Puerto Rico.
My mouth dropped as they came into my house. I don’t have any relations with these people so why the heck are they here?! I poured three or four tablets in my hand and popping them into my mouth hoping that it will either get rid of my headache or kill me. Before I could tell any of them to get out they dispersed throughout the building.
“Get out now,” I told the English woman. She just gave me a cold look and turned toward the kitchen. I hope she isn’t going cook anything, I thought as I twirled my head to find someone else to urge out of my home. I was watching everyone’s movements. Alejandra was having an argument with Elizabeth who was cooking, gross. Selene walked up to the couch and slept there while Ann and Abigail were running into walls, morons. And Anastasiya was chanting something creepy and out of this world because my windows broke when she was finished. I hope she hasn’t let any spirits in my home.
Once I was done surveying everyone I turned towards the stairs to go to lie down on my bed but stopped when I heard Ilario and Emilio laughing. I quickly spun around to see what they were doing because their laugh gave me sickening feeling in the core of my stomach. My instincts told something bad was going to happen and they were right. Ilario was holding fireworks while Emilio was holding the matches. Nothing good ever comes out when idiots have fireworks let alone matches in the hands.
“Ilario! Emilio! Don’t you dare…” Too late. The first one was set off and shot up straight into the second floor. Boom! The whole house shook as we tried to escape the falling pieces of ceiling. We all managed to get outside safely but my house was now burning. I dropped to my knees at the sight of my beloved home. It looked like it did during World War II. I was so stunned no words could come out of my mouth, but after ten years of not crying, tears started to run down my cheek. It shocked everyone since it’s such a rare occasion for me to cry.
I finally snapped when my brother came down the half destroyed staircase and started to make things worse by kicking down the weak walls. Everyone flinched when I stood up and walked over to morons who blew up my house.
“Wa-wait Verena, please don’t kill us!” Ilario cried as he and Emilio hugged each other like cowards as I knelt down in front of them.
“Tell me whose idea it was so I can punish them and I’ll spare the other,” I said with my death glare which frightened them so much they didn’t answer me. “Talk!”
“It was me, I’m sorry…I’m sorry.” My eyes widen when I heard Ilario’s voice come out of his moving lips. He knew better not to play with fireworks, not to mention fire! Even though it broke my heart I still hated what he did.
I stood up and grabbed the Italian by the arm and pulled him up. He stared at me with frightened eyes as I dragged him to the gate at the front of house. I opened it and threw him to the road. “STAY OUT!” I yelled at him. He fell and when he turned to face me I could tell he was trying to hold back tears. I glared at everyone else and they knew they had to leave as well. One by one they all left, with the smile that they came in with gone.
~♦~

Tears began to run down my face once more after having to remember that flashback. And because of all this stupid crying I am starting to fall asleep. My eyelids are getting heavier every minute that passes by. Out of boredom I stared at the ground beside me and saw a piece of the firework that blew up my house stuck in some blades of grass. My fingers wrapped around it and pulled it up, yanking some grass out of the earth. I tightened my fist because I was ready to explode with anger. I need some sleep, I thought. Slowly I loosened my grip and allowed the wind to pick up the plant and the trash. I watched them drift away as my eyes started to close. Everything faded to black from there…

In all of the dreams I’ve had, this would definitely be the weirdest one yet. I can see myself talking but I don’t see to whom. Wait… I see them now, but… um… why am I conversing with a rabbit…with clothes?! But that’s not the creepy part. That rabbit said my name then it looked at me and smiled. Not “me” in the dream, but the real me!

My light blue eyes snapped open and I sat up quickly with my jet black hair falling all over my face. That was scary, I thought as I pushed a few pieces of my hair aside. When I looked up I screamed at a stranger who was standing in front of me. She smiled as she knelt down so that we were eye to eye. My eyes diverted to the top of her head and saw a pair of bunny ears. I was so confused that my voice wouldn’t come out when I tried to speak. Maybe I’m still dreaming.

The bunny girl was wearing odd clothing; it was a vest, with a pocket and a diamond symbol on it, over a dress which the sleeves were different lengths. Her long brown hair was pulled into a braid which was low because it started at her shoulders. I watched her chocolate colored eyes searching for something. She reached into her vest pocket and took out a pocket watch. When she opened it and peeked inside her face went from happy to not so happy. She closed it and stuffed it back into her pocket. She stood up with a now concerned look and held out her hand to me.

“We must hurry, Verena, or we will be late,” bunny ears said.

I opened my mouth to ask why she knew my name but before I knew it she grabbed my hand and started to run. She was dragging me behind, like literally dragging me. My legs were being scraped by all of the rocks on the ground, and I was wearing pants!

“Hey! Stop! You’re hurting me! Stop! I said Stop!” I yelled. Finally my voice is coming out.

It took a few seconds but she stopped at last but was still holding my wrist. I stood up and followed her brown eye’s gaze and it landed on a giant hole in the ground in front of us. She turned her face to me and smiled really big. Oh no! Her grip on my wrist was tighter and because of that I started to back away. She let go of me but this time she walked behind me to make sure I did not walk any further. When I turned to glare at her she was looking at the sky all depressed. “Let’s see if this works,” she whispered in my ear which made me shiver, “by the way my name is not ‘Hey’, it is Maddalena.” And with that she shoved me. I started to lose my balance then next thing I knew I was falling through the hole. Maddalena jumped in after me with a smirk. I was falling too fast that I never got that last glimpse of light from my world.