John is my cousin.

We live in the same house since we study in the same

University in Oxford. We have always got on very well but things have been
changing throughout these last few years. I am jealous of him: everybody loves
him, he is intelligent, good-looking and successful and he used to go out with
the most beautiful girl ever. I say used to, because I am now going out with
her. Of course, that was the drop that broke the camels back and our
relationship has changed forever since then. Therefore, living together has not
been easy.
I always had the idea that one of us had to give up and leave home. It
was impossible to go on living in such environment. Fortunately, John gave me
the best news ever two days ago: he was moving house in a few days.
I was terribly glad when he said so and thought my nightmare was soon
be coming to an end. Last night, though it was just the beginning of it.
As soon as I closed my eyes, I could see our house and I was inside it. I
walked past John, who was in his bedroom packing his things up. Suddenly, I
appeared on the backyard. Outside I nearly walked past him again. He was
sitting a bench, reading a magazine, close to a sprinkler that was watering the
grass and the rose bushes behind him. I hadnt recognized him on my way in
partly because I hadnt been expecting to see him there. He was supposed to
be inside the house, preparing his next move. He glanced t me and a look of
pure hatred flashed across his face. He was different, strange, as if he were
about to commit a crime. Then, my mind went blank for a few minutes and
later, I found myself on my bed, again. I remember hearing some noises far
away and out of the blue, John appeared holding a gun; he was pointing at me.
I screamed so loud that the shout woke me up.
But it was not a dream. John was still there and about to shoot myself
dead.