The roosters distorted cry provided the haunting sound of screams.

Screams of pain and agony turned my brain into a Popsicle put into an oven that’s been preheated to 400 degrees. Screams coming from someone that I haven’t seen in five years, screams coming from a deceased parent.

Laying still in bed, a quick opening of the eyes and I realized that all of the screams were real at least inside of mind they were, on the outside it was simply a rooster. The sudden realization that the tragedy that happened only a few hours ago actually happened hit me almost instantly.

Darkness filled my vision as my head hit the pillow all over again. Nothing. I saw nothing except for off in the distance, a little glimpse of something that could possibly brighten up the darkness, a little something in this nothingness. Running to said something provided me with nothing for this something was nothing all along.

The screams echoed throughout, waking me up every single time, gritting my teeth and fighting back tears, only to continue the process of having my head hit the pillow and fall back to that dreaded sleep.

The screams echoed throughout, waking me up every single time, gritting my teeth, now allowing the tears to flow freely, only to continue the process of having my head hit the pillow and try once more to fall back to that dreaded sleep.

The screams can still be heard, five years have gone by and I still wake up to them from time to time. The screams echo throughout…someone tell that damn rooster to shut the hell up!