User blog comment:Prince(ss) Platinum/Quickpasta Day/@comment-24565139-20130814172536

Normal day at my house; my girlfriend claims me to be crazy, and claims I need "help". I don't need help, but I'd do ANYTHING for her; so I've decided that tomorrow I'll go to see a therapist to "help" me. Late at night I tossed and turned, only getting a few hours of sleep; the only dream I had was that of flames.

Flames? Why flames?

I woke up to my girlfriend calling out to me, claiming it's time to get "help". I'm still wondering why I need "help" so much, but like I said I'll do anything for her. So alone I went to the therapist's office; I've never been here before, but it all felt oddly familar. When the therapist greeted me, it's like I knew him. As I'm there shaking his hand, I realized; it's my dead brother.

"Y-You" I said with my voice shaking. "You're supposed to be dead"

"And so are you, you should of died in that fire years ago... Along with me"

"W-What?"

"It would of... 'Helped' you..."

and after that, I woke up.

I thought it was all just a dream, but my lack of heart beat, my burn marks, the smell of smoke, and my burned brother attempting to push me in the flames next to me told me otherwise....