He who looks around the age of 7. Held his mothers hand not ever wanting to let go. He burys his face in his mothers long old fashion skirt. She leans over and picks him up. They held to each other like their lives depended on it. He hears a scream come from the room of the sisters. He looks to his mother with pleaeding eyes.

“Mommy....... Sissy?” he hugged her.

She shushes the little one in her arms. Holding the little boy she quickly walks to the bed and kneels down. She places the young boy under the bed.

“Baby I want you to stay here okay. Do want mommy says okay. I gotta go help your sissy. I will be back for you okay.” The mother shushes the now crying baby boy.

He latched onto his mothers army not wanting her to go. “No mommy. Don't go”

The mother gives her boy one last hug before gently pushing him under the bed. The little one weeps and weeps for mommy. She quickly get up and leaves the room. Everything goes quiet around the little one. When he hears his mothers blood curdling scream.

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Catalin wakes from his deep sleep in a cold sweat. Catalin sits up and turns on the desk lamp. Catalin sits there for a couple minutes trying to collect all his thoughts. He wondered about the dream and how he felt like he was in the little boys shoes. Catalin checks the clock to see it was only 1:59 pm. He just sighs and decides to just go head and get up. He walked to the kitchen for his morning drink of AB positive blood. He looks out the window, the sun was still up. Catalin didnt feeling like staying inside. He decided to clean up and head out for a little walk. Heading back to his room for some cloth to wear. He picks out his black straight legs, purple converse and his tight black t-shirt that read Black is so slimming on me. Catalin picked up his coat with the rest of his cloth, headed to a bathroom.