Jeremy sighed as he layed in bed. His parents had been gone for almost one month now. Well, not exactly. His father went in the army last year, and just 2 months ago someone came to tell his family he was dead. His mother was out getting groceries one day, and as he watched the news, it reported that there was a huge car wreck on the highway, and his mother was one of the people in it who had died. His last food supplies ran out last week, so now he was just skin and bones. He also didn’t use the shower much, because he knew bills would come for it sooner or later, so he was dirty with brown, mussy hair. He hadn’t gone to school ever since his mother was in the car wreck. He only thought about these things at nighttime, when there was nothing else to think about, and he quietly cried himself to sleep.
Jeremy tossed and turned in his sleep. Every single night, he dreamed that someone, somehow ended up killing him. He always woke up in a cold sweat, then fell back asleep.