WRITING: stabbing dream - written in high school

He could hear the rhythmic breathing of the girl, could see her angelic face laying peacefully against the pillow. How great he would feel when he ripped the life away from her. He could almost feel the coldness of the knife through the black leather of his gloves. He walked slowly toward the bed, silently getting closer until he was standing above her. He looked down at the girl, her blond hair spread around her in a halo and raised his hand. The blade glinted silver in the moonlight just before it was brought down into the girl's stomach again and again. His heart was pounding, blood rushing as he plunged the knife deeper and deeper. He heard the echo of his laughter...

Brandon Trent sat bolt upright in bed, sweat drenching him. He glanced at the clock and saw that it was 4:30 in the morning. Take it easy, Bran, he told himself. It was just a dream.