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"Nightmares ... what are they but the fear that oppresses our heart and breathing difficulties our dreams. Some say they are representing our worst fears, others are from the darkest desires of our subconscious, and, superstitiously, some say that dreams and nightmares are premonitions hidden abstractly. "
"Much of my childhood, I had a recurring nightmare. A blood-curdling me just to remember it. The first time you invaded my dreams was the night I met him. Came home in the arms of a slender woman, the same woman who had taken me months ago, and was put in front of me almost as if viewers enjoy watching my astonished expression. He was just like me, it was like seeing a mirror. I traveled a familiar, warm feeling, although at that time he did not understand. When I was old enough I realized who that person as 'family'. It was my brother ... "
"With a faint smile on his face and a charming giggle, I always knew I emphasize most, which was to keep a low profile because of my childish shy personality. But I was not jealous, just the opposite, admired him. And little by little it was becoming the only thing that mattered to me in all I thought about, and the only thing he loved. He was my everything. And although being beside my fear was invalid where reconciled sleep away from him, the nightmare that began with his arrival back to be present. "
"All the darkness consuming quickly how little my eyes ever saw, and that voice. So gloomy and disconsolate, asking for something that never came to understand, but that the longer it took to awaken became closer, my heart accelerating frantically as fear accumulated in my chest slowly. Aroused when the feeling became so unbearable that death seemed. And all I could think to do was to seek protection in the bedroom of my youngest brother. So, I was older than him by a few months, but always was he who ended comforting, defending me and taking the blame for my mistakes. In fact, he was the most mature of the five, whereas our older brothers took us four years apart. Therefore, you would expect him to be there watching my dream when my fear of the dark became imminent. "
"I lived that way for years, afraid to sleep and stay away from him. Wondering why these nightmares I just tormented me, why I was the one who had to endure such torture. And the more intense my pain became more sickly my sweetheart turned by him, who was the only one who could make my pain cease. Confused or not, I started to fall for the kindness with which he treated me, understanding in his words, with the soft touch that comforted me. But then I started to love her eyes, her hair, her skin. The idea of simple children believe 'cute' made me feel strange and instinctively wanted to hide it, the more I understood why at that age. I only had to be silent by his side, and every so often, take her hand, without anyone seeing us strangely. After all, how weird would take her hand to your brother. "
"Everything usually continued its course, and I was relatively happy. I spent my days with a shy but happy smile on his lips, and at night, I had to comfort him, as the nightmare was not step back and not be repetitive ceased to be less frightening. In fact, every time the distorted voice became clearer, and I could soon distinguish my name out of one of his gloomy sighs. He called me pitifully, suffering, almost pleading. The day I clearly heard the voice of that girl, I was sleeping in the bed of my adoptive parents, delirious with fever, suffering from a flu that had forced me to part with 'him'. That night I woke up in a cold sweat and desperately looking for your company. 'Escaped' from the room my parents to be with him, and was in his room where they found me in the morning. . The day my father became suspicious and also the day I started to hate "
"My father, Morgan Katz, was one of the scientists responsible for looking after us with the beautiful woman who we liked to call mother, Lucrecia Crescent . " "Although the relationship was strictly be 'specialist' and 'guinea pig', us, we were just kids. And longed for the idea of an entire family; happy if you could. So they decided to soften the tedious procedure call letting 'mom and dad'. " "Our life was not normal, but now I could not imagine another reality. I did not know the way of life of other children and lived as a family that was not mine. Isolation was part of the investigation of my parents. We lived in an unnamed island which we named 'Destination' having heard that word to pronounce Lucrecia, our mother. The house we lived in was the only one in the island. So you do not had any contact with anyone. "
"Morning blood samples, injections that left rows of punctures in our arms and we took strange pills in the evening, they were just part of the daily routine that and we were so used. "
"They were just scientists, studying us like animals. We had no appreciation, no respect. That's why I was surprised that my father began to haunt me, to test me out of what was his research, away from my brother when he noticed that he had great affection. I felt invaded for the first time when I asked directly, almost accusing, angry shouts asking to forget how I felt about 'him'. As if that was possible. "
"For the first time, I remained silent, not lowered my head, not nodded submissively. I got up from my place and yelled: "
"- I love Kadaj-"
"It was the first time he hit me, and also the last. At that moment I thought Lucrecia had intervened to protect me, but the reality was, I had only seen a flaw in the 'protocol'. That day was on the phone for hours with words, mostly, do not know or remember. But I know that day you reported the behavior of our father. '
"- Engaged emotionally-I claimed it to your nodding at the answer and then hang up."
"My mother, call it off, let me sleep in my brother's room that night, citing the excuse that my room needed to be neat. While inside, what he wanted was for me to forget what happened to my father. "
"Anyway I was happy to sleep, eager to hear his usual complaints about my fear of the dark, always forced I stay up until I fell asleep. However, that night, when I got finally sleep, unusually dreamed 'she'. "
"Sighed my name on a spectral crying, eating light around me in excruciating crunch, climbing and painting black all what around me, I saw nothing. And that voice was getting closer to my back alone. I closed my eyes tightly, trying to wake up. It was a nightmare, just a nightmare. But when I opened my eyes ... I saw myself reflected in it. Those crimson, dead eyes, trembling painful against mine. His face pale skin began to shed their rotting flesh, dry lips and purple, clamped together. And her hair, indistinguishable in the darkness around us. "
"I could not speak, I could not wake up, I could not move. I could only look at her, while slowly dying of fear. " "-. Riku-delivered so raspy my name, getting my whole body shiver and hair stand on end me" "I woke up with tears in his eyes and heart in throat, alarming my brother, who accompanied me worried at what remained of the night comforting as he could, but without really knowing what to do. I kept saying 'it was a nightmare, that's' what I nodded with a lump in the throat, unable to stop remembering the face of the girl who tormented me. I wanted to believe that it was only, a nightmare. But deep down, I always knew it was an omen, a bad omen. " He paused, imagining how I could finish writing his memoirs in that old book he had found in the laboratory of his mother. He played with the pen balancing it between his fingers, and looked out the window next to this beach. Contemplating the clear waters as calm as ever, it was all so dull now. He looked was all that seemed to make sense now, and continued to write his memoirs. "It was the night of the new moon, when darkness on the island was so deep that we could barely see our feet when walking. I, who still kept a great fear into the darkness, heightened by my recent nightmare, literally shaking. Then Kadaj, decided to show me that nothing was home in the dark, practically dragging me, got me out of the house and we walked awkwardly toward the lonely sand beach on the island. I could barely recognize the black sea from the sky, and that made me even more nervous. With trembling hands, I hugged myself, begging her to come back, begging to come home with me. But did not hear ... "
"As with face of horror and anger, I started walking toward the house, waiting for him to let go of his stubbornness and accompany me. But not heard his footsteps behind me, refused to succumb to my desires, and I refused to go alone all the way back to the house. I turned with a strange grin trying to spot it in the dark. I could barely see his white vest and platinum hair. It was so dark ... "
"I was going to say something, to scream, to throw anger, to criticize. But none of that could come out of my mouth when I witnessed a shadow as far as my eyes had failed to see. Something grabbed and dragged into the darkness of the island. He could not see, only hear their gasps away quickly. I ran, I ran in the direction that is away from me, his body numb with fear. But no matter how or which way to run to. Just was getting further away. "
"I threw it in the sand on my knees, holding my head and closing his eyes tightly. 'It's just a nightmare' I kept telling myself, in a desperate attempt to wake up. But ... that was true. " He put the date on the bottom of the page and closed the book with the soul escaping from his body. He had no desire to write, and had no wish to remember. Anguish had won, leaving only his repentance. 'I should have done something' was a common thought, but stupid. Kadaj, was no longer with him, his older brothers Loz and Yazoo, had also suffered the same fate. All they had been taken, but him. Nightmare had disappeared from their dreams after that fateful night, because by then, it had been replaced by the nightmare daily living. Loneliness, anxiety, uncertainty. - all my fault-notebook pressing breath holding in her lap.

Description
"Nightmares ... what are they but the fear that oppresses our heart and breathing difficulties our dreams. Some say they are representing our worst fears, others are from the darkest desires of our subconscious, and, superstitiously, some say that dreams and nightmares are premonitions hidden abstractly. "
"Much of my childhood, I had a recurring nightmare. A blood-curdling me just to remember it. The first time you invaded my dreams was the night I met him. Came home in the arms of a slender woman, the same woman who had taken me months ago, and was put in front of me almost as if viewers enjoy watching my astonished expression. He was just like me, it was like seeing a mirror. I traveled a familiar, warm feeling, although at that time he did not understand. When I was old enough I realized who that person as 'family'. It was my brother ... "
"With a faint smile on his face and a charming giggle, I always knew I emphasize most, which was to keep a low profile because of my childish shy personality. But I was not jealous, just the opposite, admired him. And little by little it was becoming the only thing that mattered to me in all I thought about, and the only thing he loved. He was my everything. And although being beside my fear was invalid where reconciled sleep away from him, the nightmare that began with his arrival back to be present. "
"All the darkness consuming quickly how little my eyes ever saw, and that voice. So gloomy and disconsolate, asking for something that never came to understand, but that the longer it took to awaken became closer, my heart accelerating frantically as fear accumulated in my chest slowly. Aroused when the feeling became so unbearable that death seemed. And all I could think to do was to seek protection in the bedroom of my youngest brother. So, I was older than him by a few months, but always was he who ended comforting, defending me and taking the blame for my mistakes. In fact, he was the most mature of the five, whereas our older brothers took us four years apart. Therefore, you would expect him to be there watching my dream when my fear of the dark became imminent. "
"I lived that way for years, afraid to sleep and stay away from him. Wondering why these nightmares I just tormented me, why I was the one who had to endure such torture. And the more intense my pain became more sickly my sweetheart turned by him, who was the only one who could make my pain cease. Confused or not, I started to fall for the kindness with which he treated me, understanding in his words, with the soft touch that comforted me. But then I started to love her eyes, her hair, her skin. The idea of simple children believe 'cute' made me feel strange and instinctively wanted to hide it, the more I understood why at that age. I only had to be silent by his side, and every so often, take her hand, without anyone seeing us strangely. After all, how weird would take her hand to your brother. "
"Everything usually continued its course, and I was relatively happy. I spent my days with a shy but happy smile on his lips, and at night, I had to comfort him, as the nightmare was not step back and not be repetitive ceased to be less frightening. In fact, every time the distorted voice became clearer, and I could soon distinguish my name out of one of his gloomy sighs. He called me pitifully, suffering, almost pleading. The day I clearly heard the voice of that girl, I was sleeping in the bed of my adoptive parents, delirious with fever, suffering from a flu that had forced me to part with 'him'. That night I woke up in a cold sweat and desperately looking for your company. 'Escaped' from the room my parents to be with him, and was in his room where they found me in the morning. . The day my father became suspicious and also the day I started to hate "
"My father, Morgan Katz, was one of the scientists responsible for looking after us with the beautiful woman who we liked to call mother, Lucrecia Crescent . " "Although the relationship was strictly be 'specialist' and 'guinea pig', us, we were just kids. And longed for the idea of an entire family; happy if you could. So they decided to soften the tedious procedure call letting 'mom and dad'. " "Our life was not normal, but now I could not imagine another reality. I did not know the way of life of other children and lived as a family that was not mine. Isolation was part of the investigation of my parents. We lived in an unnamed island which we named 'Destination' having heard that word to pronounce Lucrecia, our mother. The house we lived in was the only one in the island. So you do not had any contact with anyone. "
"Morning blood samples, injections that left rows of punctures in our arms and we took strange pills in the evening, they were just part of the daily routine that and we were so used. "
"They were just scientists, studying us like animals. We had no appreciation, no respect. That's why I was surprised that my father began to haunt me, to test me out of what was his research, away from my brother when he noticed that he had great affection. I felt invaded for the first time when I asked directly, almost accusing, angry shouts asking to forget how I felt about 'him'. As if that was possible. "
"For the first time, I remained silent, not lowered my head, not nodded submissively. I got up from my place and yelled: "
"- I love Kadaj-"
"It was the first time he hit me, and also the last. At that moment I thought Lucrecia had intervened to protect me, but the reality was, I had only seen a flaw in the 'protocol'. That day was on the phone for hours with words, mostly, do not know or remember. But I know that day you reported the behavior of our father. '
"- Engaged emotionally-I claimed it to your nodding at the answer and then hang up."
"My mother, call it off, let me sleep in my brother's room that night, citing the excuse that my room needed to be neat. While inside, what he wanted was for me to forget what happened to my father. "
"Anyway I was happy to sleep, eager to hear his usual complaints about my fear of the dark, always forced I stay up until I fell asleep. However, that night, when I got finally sleep, unusually dreamed 'she'. "
"Sighed my name on a spectral crying, eating light around me in excruciating crunch, climbing and painting black all what around me, I saw nothing. And that voice was getting closer to my back alone. I closed my eyes tightly, trying to wake up. It was a nightmare, just a nightmare. But when I opened my eyes ... I saw myself reflected in it. Those crimson, dead eyes, trembling painful against mine. His face pale skin began to shed their rotting flesh, dry lips and purple, clamped together. And her hair, indistinguishable in the darkness around us. "
"I could not speak, I could not wake up, I could not move. I could only look at her, while slowly dying of fear. " "-. Riku-delivered so raspy my name, getting my whole body shiver and hair stand on end me" "I woke up with tears in his eyes and heart in throat, alarming my brother, who accompanied me worried at what remained of the night comforting as he could, but without really knowing what to do. I kept saying 'it was a nightmare, that's' what I nodded with a lump in the throat, unable to stop remembering the face of the girl who tormented me. I wanted to believe that it was only, a nightmare. But deep down, I always knew it was an omen, a bad omen. " He paused, imagining how I could finish writing his memoirs in that old book he had found in the laboratory of his mother. He played with the pen balancing it between his fingers, and looked out the window next to this beach. Contemplating the clear waters as calm as ever, it was all so dull now. He looked was all that seemed to make sense now, and continued to write his memoirs. "It was the night of the new moon, when darkness on the island was so deep that we could barely see our feet when walking. I, who still kept a great fear into the darkness, heightened by my recent nightmare, literally shaking. Then Kadaj, decided to show me that nothing was home in the dark, practically dragging me, got me out of the house and we walked awkwardly toward the lonely sand beach on the island. I could barely recognize the black sea from the sky, and that made me even more nervous. With trembling hands, I hugged myself, begging her to come back, begging to come home with me. But did not hear ... "
"As with face of horror and anger, I started walking toward the house, waiting for him to let go of his stubbornness and accompany me. But not heard his footsteps behind me, refused to succumb to my desires, and I refused to go alone all the way back to the house. I turned with a strange grin trying to spot it in the dark. I could barely see his white vest and platinum hair. It was so dark ... "
"I was going to say something, to scream, to throw anger, to criticize. But none of that could come out of my mouth when I witnessed a shadow as far as my eyes had failed to see. Something grabbed and dragged into the darkness of the island. He could not see, only hear their gasps away quickly. I ran, I ran in the direction that is away from me, his body numb with fear. But no matter how or which way to run to. Just was getting further away. "
"I threw it in the sand on my knees, holding my head and closing his eyes tightly. 'It's just a nightmare' I kept telling myself, in a desperate attempt to wake up. But ... that was true. " He put the date on the bottom of the page and closed the book with the soul escaping from his body. He had no desire to write, and had no wish to remember. Anguish had won, leaving only his repentance. 'I should have done something' was a common thought, but stupid. Kadaj, was no longer with him, his older brothers Loz and Yazoo, had also suffered the same fate. All they had been taken, but him. Nightmare had disappeared from their dreams after that fateful night, because by then, it had been replaced by the nightmare daily living. Loneliness, anxiety, uncertainty. - all my fault-notebook pressing breath holding in her lap.