My Angel Of Death

I can not sleep, every night for the passed two weeks I have gotten a maximum of two hours sleep. In all honesty it’s not that I cannot sleep its that I do not want to fall asleep, because once I do I have the exact same dream each and every night. I wake up in darkness, there is nothing but darkness that I cannot even see my hand in front of my face. I start walking in the same direction that I always do only to walk straight into a barrier that I cannot see, then suddenly there is light, not a bright light it’s more as if someone had turned on an ordinary light bulb, but that when I see it, I see that I am in a glass box. There are no entry ways or exits, I am trapped, I feel fear and anger come over me and I start to bang, kick and run into the glass but everything I try fails, so I give up and I lean with my back against the glass and slide down to the floor, I feel as if I am there for hours, not knowing how I am going to escape, not knowing when I will get a meal or some water, I’m trapped. As I am about to lay down I hear something, a scratching noise, like something is scratching against the glass. I look around and see nothing, that is when I feel all the hairs at the back of my neck stand up, I move away from the glass I am sitting against and turn around. The sight in front of me has me stiff in fear , I am unable to move all can do is stare at the monster trying to get in. It is about 8 feet tall,slender body, it’s skin resembles burnt brown leather, its has long thin arms with claws so long that it can pierce right through me and still be visible on the other side. But that is not the worst thing, the worst thing is that this monster has no face. Once I am done examining everything about it, I realize that the scratching noises are louder and not just one monster is doing it. My glass cage is surrounded by the monsters, climbing on top of one another trying to get in. Trying to get to me. I know the end is near ,I stand in the center of my glass cage get on to my knees,back bent over covering my face. I stay like this for what seems like hours praying it will be swift and painless. And just like that the glass above me shatters,I look up and see a hand reach down for me. But this is not the monsters death claws but it is not an ordinary hand either.i couldn’t decide whether this hand was gold or silver or had a million crystal over it, and of course the arm attached to the hand was no different, it was just beautifully magnificent and it made me feel safe. I knew I had to grab this hand or I’d be dead. But as I grabbed hold of it the rest of my glass cage shatters and all I see is monsters coming at me in every direction until I am lifted off the ground,out of reach from those monsters I look up and all I see is that hand. That’s is when I wake up,I have never gotten passed that point in my dream. So I just try to avoid sleep as much as I can. I give myself two hours and that’s it. Needless to say I’ve been exhausted. The next morning I wake up with my alarm after allocated two hours sleep. I lay in bed wondering about this stupid dream and if I’m ever going to see the owner of that arm. After a while I hear my father James down stairs in the kitchen.” I guess it is time to get up” I say out loud to myself. After showering and getting dressed I take one quick look at myself in the mirror. I have chosen a pair of black tight denims, a black strap top with a pair of red skater sneakers and my long black curls almost reaching passed my waist with a touch of makeup. deciding that I look presentable enough, I grab my backpack and head down stairs. I can smell my fathers cooking as I descend the stairs and it smells amazingly delicious and I know the taste is going to match the smell. As I reach the kitchen I see he has made enough food to feed an army, when in actual fact its just him ,his girlfriend Amy and myself who stay in this house. “Dad, did we have late night visitors that I don’t know about, who is all this food for” I say to him smiling as I sit at the breakfast table. He has made toast, eggs,bacon,sausages as well as about a dozen pancakes. And not to mention the amazing hash browns I see in the corner of eye. “I uhm, I think I out did myself this morning” he replies looking down at the feast he has made. “but it’s all in celebration, it’s your last first day of college and my baby girl is 22 today, so I went wild”. He continues to say with a huge smile on his face. He walks around the breakfast table and gives me a huge bear hug which lifts me off my feet. Oh, I didn’t mention that my father is absolutely huge in size, I’ve never actually seen him going to the gym, but I guess I’ve always thought he gets his muscles from work. Also don’t ask me what he does, he is always so shady about it. Just as he let’s go of me I hear Amy running down the stairs yelling at the top of her voice. “Happy Birthday, my beautiful step child”. Amy grabs me by the shoulders, spins me around and gives me a extremely tight and long hug. We are both laughing as she let's me go. "Thank you Amy" I say as we all sit around the tale smiling. "Dig in please,I've made so much food I'm going to have to take leftovers to work,to feed the guys" My Dad said as we start to eat the mountain of food he made. While I'm eating I get an idea. "Dad, I'm 22 now, I think it is time I know what you do for a living.I understand that it's dangerous, but what is it?" I blurt out to him. He immediately drops his fork and looks up at me with a horrified look on his face. "James, I think it's time,besides she is graduating soon and going into the real world.She needs to know what kind of dangers could be around her". Amy interjects,placing her small hand on his with a soft smile on her face. My father clears his throat. "Kathrine, I work for the ATF, I've been an undercover special agent for the last 13 years, that's why we packed up our lives and moved here. I can not tell you what and where I am working undercover as it will put you in danger." My Dad revealed,looking me dead in the eyes. I sat there,most probably with my own horrified expression on my face.How could he have kept this from me. To think about it, it does make sense why he couldn't tell me. It also makes sense that everytime I got into trouble with the law (and trust me it was alot) that nothing ever happened. It's kind of terrible but kind of cool. My Dad is a badass undercover special agent. I realised I hadn't answered him. "Okay well, it's scary and awesome at the same time". I said. My Dad and Amy smiled at me, that is exactly when my alarm went off telling me I need to get to campus, leaving no time to further discuss this. But in reality he can't really tell me much,other then what he has already told told me, so the further discussions would be a waste of all of our time. As I stand to leave I can still see a worried look on my fathers face,so I decide to reassure him. " Dad don't stress,I am not mad or anything like that. I think its actually hilariously ironic,like father like daughter, we can't keep away from the law" I said laughing hysterically at my joke. My dad just grunted as I hugged him goodbye obviously not amused by my joke. Before I walked out I turned to Amy "how did you get mixed up in this?" I asked. She smiled and revealed that she was part of the syndicate that he works undercover at. I was shocked but decided it was none of my business. The relationship the three of us had was your business was your business and we wouldn't put our noses into it. For the last 13 years it worked out fine, plus it makes sense why there were always gone for days on end. I smiled and nodded towards them then left.