Golden Nightmare I was in the car with my older brother, Jake on the way to a party at his friends house, out in the middle of the contry. My name is Gold Rogers, I have light blonde hair, and a slight twitching problem, and bright blue eyes, as well as I live out in the country. As I sat in the front passenger seat of Jake's truck, staring out the window, he gets a text message from his friend. Taking a minute to take his eyes off the road, and read the message, a car slams into the front of the truck sending us both flying. Jake, didn't have his seatbelt on and died due to the crash. I was hospitalized during his funeral, and couldn't go. After three weeks of being in the hospital, my Grandma Adiline came and picked me up. In the car on the way home I keep slightly twitching every once in a while. "I'm sure that Jake is in a better place now, Gold." Grandma Adiline said. "Yeah, sure.." I replied. As we rolled up to the house I saw that my Grandpa Martin was unsually home early. "Why is HE here... He's never home this early..." I said with anger in my voice. Grandpa Martin always beat me when he was home, he did the same to his wife. "I don't know Gold, just go straight inside up to your room. I'll handle him, OK." Grandma Adiline said. I nod my head getting out of the car, then rush inside trying to avoid Grandpa. I of course just barely make it up the stairs without an incounter with him. I hear from downstairs that my Grandma just walked in, " Why are you home so early dear?" Adiline said. "Cause I knew that Gold, was getting out of the hospital today, and she hasn't gotten a beating in weeks!" Martin screamed drunk as could be at the moment, and slapped Adiline in the face. I built up the courage I needed and went downstairs, I took a deep breath and started to speak, "Leave Grandma alone, Martin! She didn't do anything!" He turned around and smacked me in the face. "Sit down bitch!" Martin screamed at me. "Gold get out of here hurry!" Adiline said. I was torn on what to do, but then it struck me, a little switch inside my head. I went insane, running to the garage I grabed a set of twin hatchets that I used during winter. I then ran back inside throwing a hatchet dead center at my Grandpa, killing him instantly. Snapping out of my psychotic episode, I looked at what I did in horror. I then looked at my Grandma, who looked at me in terror. Bolting out of the house I ran to the woods, hatchets at my side, and the blue of my eyes turning ruby red. The police have been looking for me years and years since then, but never could find, or catch me.