Five Minute Writing Challenge: Dream Catcher

Hello My Creepy Stalkers!

For this challenge, my aunt picked the noun "dream catcher"... I don't know what to write... Waaaaahhhh!!! Oh well... Here goes nothing!

Without wax,
lonewriter7

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"Dad!" The wind howled in my ears. "Dad!" He was sitting in the car, not moving. The glass in the back window was shattered, not to mention the blood on the seats.

"Vic, you'll be fine." Chad grabbed me by the waist and held me in place, against my will. I had to get to Dad. I couldn't just leave him.

"Dad is still in there! You have to get him out! You have to help him, he's bleeding!" The doctors looked at each other, grave looks on their faces. "You have to help him..." I sobbed.

"I'm afraid your father is gone. I'm sorry."

"No! You haven't even checked him for a pulse or anything! He just has a flesh wound is all!"

"Vic, stop it. It's over."

"Chad, let go of me!"

"No way, stay here. The doctors' know what they're doing."

"No they don't! Let me go!"

I sat up in bed, blinking hard. My eyes filled with tears, the memory fresh in my mind. I looked towards the door, where my dream catcher hung. For a couple bucks, that thing is worthless. Getting up, I tore it from its place.

"You're a rotten, good for nothing piece of poop! You're worthless, I hate you!" I was breathing hard. I felt a pang of guilt in my chest, but ignored it. I crouched down and sobbed until morning.