Nightmare

Poem I wrote after having a nightmare... Warning: trauma

I wake up to screaming,
Another night filled with rage.
I curl myself tighter into my covers
Hoping against hope
That if I make myself small enough
It’ll all go away.
“I hate you!
I never should have married you!”
Then a shot sounds out and a thud.
“Oh god, please no,” I sob,
But it’s too late.
My father is dead.