Lekhny post -29-Aug-2022 cold blood

Well, here goes. I guess you could call this my last will, although that isn't really what it is. I'd say it's more of a confession than anything, but honestly I'm not really even sure if what I am writing is true or not. I grew up as a normal kid, decent neighborhood with loving parents. My dad worked at the local plant and my mom was a school teacher. We lived a normal life, did what most families did, nothing out of the ordinary. I really can't remember how or when it started. Almost out of the blue something wasn't right. No, there was no monsters or ghosts, but my father really started to act strange. He would start coming home late, drunk and angry. One night it was far worse than the rest, like all other nights he was drunk, of course. He came through the door mumbling about something I couldn't really understand. I ignored him like I usually did, and locked myself in my room. He seemed to have calmed down so I went out into the kitchen to get something to eat. There she was, lying on the floor motionless in a pool of her own blood. She was clearly dead, I couldn't find my father anywhere, he just seemed to vanish. Months went by and my father was still never found. I went to live with my grandparents in the town over. Everything started to go back to normal, well as normal as it could be after you find your mother, after your father bludgeoned her to death. Never the less I started making new friends and got back into a normal routine. A few years passed and the image of my mothers bloody body started to slip away. It could have been that I was really forgetting it or it could be all the meds the psychiatrists had me on. Either way I didn't care, I just wanted that horrible picture out of my mind for good. Soon, I had graduated from high school and moved away to college. It was nice to finally be on my own and far away from the memories of my past. I still sit up wondering how much different my life would have been if my parents were still around, but I guess there is nothing I can do about that now. Freshman year went by like nothing, It was actually pretty boring. Nothing too eventful ever really happened. I was happy for once. The beginning of my sophomore year however wasn't all that ordinary. I started having horrible dreams, but they just didn't feel like dreams. They felt too real and as if I was actually there. Most dreams were the same, someone would be walking through the woods until they are attacked by someone, the attacker looked very familiar but I could never really put my finger on it. The worst part is that I would never wake up during the nightmares. I had to watch every grueling second of the murder. This guy, whoever it was had no sense of remorse as he plunged the blade into his prey time after time. Most mornings I would wake up sweating and out of breath and just brush it off as a bad dream. That was until the disappearances started to happen. A few girls had gone missing off of campus. This stuff usually happens, girls get drunk at a party and go home with a guy only to return the next night. Nobody thought they would actually find bodies. They cancelled classes for a few days which I wasn't against. It gave me some time to relax and get those horrible dreams out of my mind. It had been a few weeks since I had any dreams or anyone had gone missing. I thought everything had gone back to normal, classes started back up and everyone started to forget the murders. The scumbag was never found and they just assumed he was a drifter that simply got bored and moved along. The dreams, they came back of course. But this time I didn't wake up in my bed with my pajamas on. I woke up in the middle of the forest behind my dorm covered in blood. It was still rather early and the sun had just started to come up so I had time to get back to my room without anyone noticing me. I have no idea what happened that night or why there was blood covering my clothes. All I can remember is that horrible dream, this time it was more vivid. It was as if I was the attacker. I remember her face too. The looks of pure ag