I'm writing a story and wanted some feedback heres the prolologue and part of the first chapter: Prologue: He’s walking home, just like he does everyday. Well it can’t really be called a home; its a shelter. “But its my home” he thinks aloud. It’s where he goes to bed, and where he gets his meals. He begins to wonder how many nightmares he’ll have that night at his “home”. Last night he counted off seven. Maybe the nightmares would be bearable if they weren’t all the same, but everytime he closes his eyes with the hope of getting some rest, he sees that night almost a year and a half ago replay over and over again. He saw that man, or more appropriatly he saw that devil, rape his wife and two daughters and then shoot them each to death. He could still hear the echoing cries of his youngest daughter, “Daddy please help.” Sorry but daddy can’t help he’s tied down to a chair with a tape around his mouth. “Daddy please don’t close your eyes help!” Daddy can’t look sweet heart, he can’t stand to see his youngest daughter, his little angerl, get raped and murdered by the devil that came for a visit. Remember what happened to your mommy and older sister? Well guess what honey that big scary man is gonna do the same thing to you. Rob Nickles wakes up screaming in bed. His wife wakes up with a startle. “Rob whats wrong?” Silence is all she hears in return. “Rob?” she begins to shake him. “Nothing I just had a nightmare, I’m fine.” Rob finally replied. “You Sure?” “Yea I’m find Jewl, go back to sleep.” “Alright” she says with a yawn, “tell me about it in the moring.” She slowly goes back to sleep, while Rob’s mind starts to wander. Who was that man? Why did that piece of shit rape his wife and children? Why the fuck am I having this dream? He wasn’t sure what to make of the situation at all, he kept telling himself it was just a nightmare, and that nobody was raped or shot that he knew of. He went back to sleep. Part of Chapter1: The next evening Rob is having his daily beer with is best friend Nick. “So how did Julie react when you woke up screaming like a bitch?” Nick asked. “Keep talking and I’ll make you start screaming like a bitch.” he replied. “Alright, alright calm your titties, how did she react?” “Well in the morning we woke up and she made me tell her about it, so I told her what i just told you, how the nightmare was almost like a story being told to me, and that guy being tied to a chair while that peice of shit raped his wife and kids.” “He shot them too right?” “Yea he did, it still bothering me, I don’t know why, it just felt so real...you think I’m going crazy man?” “It was just one nightmare man, it’ll probably never happen again...I really don’t know what else to say man.”