The nightmare continues on, even now. Scarring my mind and soul, now for eternity. I tried so hard to stop it all, but who can think straight when fear possess your body? When your thoughts seem to no longer be under your control? When your minds eye has turned against you?

Fear makes you do crazy things. Such truth. I never meant to do anything like that. Never meant to bring my family down as they did. But it happened and I can't take it back.

In all honesty, I don't know if I was ever given the chance to go back and re-due it, if I would do it any differently.

I started hating the days; my head would be so full of the images leftover from my nightmares. The smell of blood tinged with the hint of fear always wafted under my nose it seemed, burning it.

The screams of pain of girls all seemingly put through torture. Too real for not being in a nightmare. Too real to be in real life!

When night falls, my mind turns and belongs to the darkness. Lays where the evil lies, and sleeps inside the corrupt.

Is my picture clear to you yet? Blurry still?

Darkness covers us all; those who are pure and innocent, those who are caught in-between, and those who are not.

The nightmares started coming after I saw my brother's constantly getting mobbed, getting worshipped, getting put upon pedestals by some and slammed down by others.

The strangeness of it all was too much for myself. I just hope no one follows this same path.

My breaking point was when, on a supposed break, my brothers and I was all at the beach, relaxing and enjoying the water. We were there for over half an hour when it all came to a screeching end.

I do mean screeching literally. Hormone crazed girls do not scream, they screech and make ears bleed, I kid you not. Well, it at least feels that way.

They attacked my brothers, I think it was Taylor that grabbed a hold on me, and started running. I'd remember right if it all didn't happen so fast, and if I hadn't of passed out seconds later.

I awoke in my bed, but a doctor was hovering over me. He quietly stated that I needed lots of rest and a calm environment. He must not know who my brother's are. I am guaranteed a life full of screaming girls.

Even now I can hear the screams of girls in the background, encouraging my brother's to be strong and to carry on.

Amazing what death does to people.

There were so many nights I was afraid to go to sleep. I don't know, maybe it was me being so young that made me think the screaming girls would attack my family at night.

Whatever it came down to, in the end I gave up.

I knew the girls were coming. Knew that my brother didn't want to let my hand go. But the sweat between us slickened our skin, and my hand fell free. I saw the car coming, and knew I could end all the nightmares and never have to be afraid again.

Now I sit here today, watching my family mourn over me, the screaming girls in the background, and the headstone that remembers me as Mackenzie and not Mackie.

Odd how things end. I thought I was ending the nightmares, yet they continue on, and I seem to have created more for my family. Odd how it ends.

Fear makes you do crazy things.