I'm sitting in my room surrounded by paper *****.
I've got a binder in front of me and my pencil is poised.
I'm out of ideas and my boyfriend is distracting me.
He keeps taking my binder and poking me.
He keeps breaking my pencils and crinkling my paper.
I'm tired and cranky.
He leans close to me and tackles me.
My homework flies everywhere.
He lays on top of me and whispers, "Fun time."
I feel a sharp pain in my stomach.
The lights go out.
No one is here but me and him.
I hear shuffling noises.
I scream as I feel something impaling my rib cage.
I should've listened to my mom.

I wake up panting.
I should've listened to my mom.
Because I didn't, I'll be living my nightmare every day.