Her Brother

Dead Diary

Brother told me it wasn't something I should be worried about when I talked to him about it I know. I know. It's weird and icky and shit. But, I can't stop having the dreams. He doesn't see concerned AT ALL, no matter how weird they get. Diary, I think I'm going crazy.

So I'm at home again, right? I even have the peguin covers still, and I haven't had those since, what, 9th grade? And I'm just sleeping in my pajamas, and I feel something, and I wake up and Brother is there. And it feels strange, because in the dream, he's like, weird. He's looking at me like he wants me.

And, like, one second I'm clothed, and then the dream shifts, and I'm naked and he's on top of me. I'm kind of uncomfortable even writing it, to be honest. And I guess kinda wet too. but then he's sliding himself inside of me, and unf, I'm shaking and it's too much.

And then the dream changes again, and he's gone but I'm naked and I'm in bed with covers. But, now my belly is so big. I'm knocked up. And it doesn't make sense but I just have, like, a really strong feeling that he's the one who did it. And then I start fucking myself with my fingers. And when I look down on my fingers there's a guy's...stuff on it. And I know that's his too, but I just keep fucking myself with it. And I can't see him but I feel like he's watching me.

I didn't really want to tell Brother so much. I was super super embarrassed. But, he demanded I tell him, and it just sort of stammered out.

And the really weird part, diary? Don't hate me please, but the last time I was...you know...I couldn't stop thinking about the dream. Every time I touched, even if I tried to think about something else, I'm just...back in the bed, big belly and being watched...