Maybe Dreams Are Real: A Student Media Scary Story

“Alright Drako, you’re good to go” said my psychologist as she handed me some odd medication I had never seen before and my mom took her first glance at me and said absolutely nothing.
She never speaks to me, she doesn’t even know who my father is. Growing up was pretty hard, but it seemed like my parents never took heed to my struggles. I’m just not normal you see; I have a fear, and it’s way more severe than you think.
For God’s sake, why would any human being find pineapples appetizing? I hate every feature about pineapples, and what makes it worse is my sister Dej. Dej is the most evil person I’ve ever met. How could my worst enemy be my own sister? No one else sees it but I go through hell everyday, everyday is a living hell.
One night I was coming home from a basketball game and what I saw on my bed nearly made my heart stop. I stood in nothing but fear and there it was a pineapple sitting on my bed as I pulled myself together after asking, “What the hell?!”
My sister bursted into laughter as she came out of my closet and took the pineapple away from my room. I just don’t know why she does this to me, I can’t think of anything I did to get so much hate in my own home from my own sister.
I had a horrible dream that night. I was in a cage but there were terrifying people looking at me. Their faces weren’t there, but I knew they were looking at me. I yelled “Where am i? Can somebody help me?” but the weird figures continued to stare.
I immediately woke up to find daylight in my room. This is where my life has changed. As a matter of fact, this is where my life ended.
I was just making it back home from my therapy session and I knew something was coming, I just didn’t know when. Dej always targeted me when I came home from places. It’s like she can sense me. I go inside my room to see nobody but her.
I wasn’t surprised at all “What do you want Dej?’ I asked but before I could even get an answer from her, she flashes her new pineapple tattoo on her chest. “You like my new tattoo, Drako?” At that very moment I screamed and lost my temper.
My mother and her douchebag of a man never cared about what Dej did to me. There was no help, no sympathy, no one here to save me from this maniac. I couldn’t stop shaking for 4 hours. I just couldn’t take this treatment any longer. I built my bravery to go in that room and tell Dej that I’m not going to put up with this anymore. I’m a threat to no one and I didn’t deserve any of it. I faced her door in the dark, I opened the door to see a pineapple.
I raged as I figured it was just a sick prank. My anger grew more and more as I thought about all the trauma Dej caused. I picked up the sharpest item and attacked the pineapple, stabbing it repeatedly until there was no more of it. I regret opening my eyes because what I did will haunt me for the rest of my days of being on this Earth.
There was my sister laying there. I could hardly recognize her as blood was everywhere. I started to put together what I’ve just done. I was just standing there. No words, no expressions, no movement.
I couldn’t believe I killed my own sister, but then I suddenly woke up somewhere it was very familiar like I’ve been here before. I have. I rose from my bed to see myself behind bars while inmates were there, staring right at me. “Wait, no! This can’t be I thought it was a pineapple please this can’t be real!” but still. They were all there in orange jumpsuits staring at me. I was in prison for murdering my own sister.