The nightmare lingered, choking in my chest. My breathing was shallow; I sat frozen on the edge of the bed, trembling hands pressed against my heart as if to keep it from shattering. The room was still — only the ticking clock filled the silence.

Me: "Who... was that person?"

Outside, me heard the faint clatter of my mom cooking breakfast. Me trudged out of my room.
Me: "Good morning... mom."
Mom: "Good morning, sweetie."

She turned to me gently, but her expression shifted when she saw my pale face. Me sniffled and told her about my dream. She pulled me into her arms and whispered softly.

Mom: "That sounds terrible... but luckily, it was only a dream."

Me: "Yeah..."

She rubbed my back comfortingly before turning back to the stove, her voice calm and steady — like a familiar melody.

Mom: "Eat your breakfast, honey. I have to leave for work early today."

She patted my head, then headed for the door. Before leaving, she waved goodbye. Me waved back.

The house fell into that usual, quiet gloom again.

Me stared at the bowl of porridge steaming on the table. Me couldn't bring myself to eat. The dream still clung to me — too real, too vivid, as if it had truly happened... leaving a scar in my heart.

Me sighed, propping my chin on my hand, watching the steam fade into nothing. After a while, me forced down a few spoonfuls, then pushed the bowl aside and dragged myself back to my room.

The computer screen lit up, the cold blue glow painting my face. Me opened a few folders just to kill time — the same old projects me had once been so passionate about.
Then, something caught my eye — a small note file named "note.txt."

Curious, me opened it.Inside, there was only one short line:

"I'm sorry."

A sharp pain exploded in my head, making me dizzy. My breath quickened; my chest tightened.

Me dropped the mouse and crawled toward the bed nearby.

Me: "Maybe... me just need to rest a little."

Me pulled the blanket over my head, trying to drift back into sleep, to escape that throbbing pain in my chest.

But even through my ragged breaths, me could still hear the ticking of the clock — and feel a quiet unease crawling inside me.

As if... the nightmare hadn't really ended.

When me opened my eyes again, me was standing inside the house.

It was pitch dark. Me glanced around — no one was there.

Then suddenly, me heard the sound of glass shattering from the bathroom.

Me ran toward it in panic.

And there — me saw my mom lying on the floor, blood pooling beneath her.

My whole body froze.Me couldn't move.Me couldn't breathe.Shock rooted me in place.

Me: "Mom... Mom... MOM!!!"

Me: "MOOOOOM!!!"

Me shot up from bed, heart pounding violently.Without thinking, me ran out of the room, frantically searching every corner — even the bathroom.No sign of her.

Me: "Mom! Where are you?!"

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

Me: "Who... who is it? Is that you, Mom?!"

Me rushed to the door and flung it open.But standing there weren't my mom — it was my grandparents.

Me: "What... what are you doing here?!"

Grandmother: "Hello, dear... we came to take you home."

Me: "What? Why? Me live here with Mom."

Grandmother hesitated, then spoke softly.

Grandmother: "Sweetheart, you might not remember... but you've suffered a psychological trauma that caused dissociative amnesia.Your mother and little brother... they're gone. You couldn't accept it, so your mind erased your brother and made you believe your mother was still alive. You've been living here alone for a whole week."

She reached out a trembling hand, her voice gentle but firm.

Grandmother: "Come with us now. We'll take care of you — we promise."

hey, i wrote this in 7 hours, 3 chapters and i posted it on the same dayif there's anything confusing, just comment, i'll answer everything XPPPP

have a lucky day 💗😉 . ( unrelated but i am vietnamese :))) )