I don't know what the age difference is between Dexter and Debra. I'm pretty sure they never say in the show, but in the flash backs it seems like they can't be more than 3 years apart, so that's how I wrote them.

The First Nightmare

(Debra's POV)

Dexter isn't a normal little boy. He never goes over other boys houses, or plays in school with anyone. The only time he ever plays anything is when I beg him to play with me. My friends Kayla and Ashley said their big brothers never play with them because they said girls have cooties. Ashley said her brother told her she was too girly to play big boy games. I am going to make sure Dexter and I are never like that. I'm not girly, and I don't have cooties! At least I think I don't have cooties.

Today was a pretty boring day. Usually I go outside to play, but it's raining today, so I'm stuck inside coloring. I just finished coloring a picture for mommy and daddy. It's the best picture I ever drew. Daddy is wearing his cop hat, and mommy is holding my and Dexter's hands.

I had to show Dexter how cool my drawing came out, so I ran into his room. He jumped surprised by me, and quickly changed the channel. I was extremely curious to see what he was watching forgetting all about the drawing I started questioning him.

"What you watching Dex?" I ask in a low voice.

"Nothing, just the sports channel." He said impatiently.

"Yeah right you hate sports!" I accused loudly.

"Shhhh!" Dexter said pulling me into the room and shutting the door.

"Promise me you won't tell Dad and I'll show you what I'm watching." He said.

"Okay." I said a little nervous about what it could be, but as long as I got to hang out with my big brother I didn't care what he was watching.

He turned the T.V. back on and a scary man in a mask was chasing a lady in her house.

"I was watching Halloween." He said smiling at the T.V.

"But Dexter this is a big kid movie we aren't allowed to watch this." I protested.

"I won't tell if you don't." He said.

I didn't want him to think I was a baby or too girly to watch big kid movies so I reluctantly agreed to watch it with him.

The movie ended before mom came to get us for dinner. Dexter seemed to enjoy all the killing and screaming. I pretended like it didn't scare me, but I was terrified. We ate dinner like usual, and everything seemed fine. I forgot about the movie and told mommy, daddy and Dexter about school and the gold star I got for sharing my snack with Timmy who didn't have one.

Later that night when I was trying to sleep the movie crept its way back into my mind. I kept thinking Michael Myers was going to come and kill me. I stared at my closet door waiting for it to open and reveal his scary mask. I debated on going to my parent's room. I always sleep in their room if I don't feel good, or if I get scared, but they would ask me what was wrong and I'd get Dexter in trouble for watching a big kid movie. After about an hour I took my pillow and blanket and ran to Dexter's room.

I slowly opened his door and tip toed inside closing the door behind me. I couldn't see anything, but I could hear light snoring coming from Dexter's bed. I put my pillow as close to his bed as I could and lied down. Dexter's room was darker than mine, and I was lying on a hard floor, but I felt much safer in here. It didn't take long for me to fall asleep to the comforting sound of Dexter's light snores. They reminded me that I wasn't alone.

In the morning I was woken up by Dexter stepping on my stomach when he went to get out of bed. I let out a squeak and yelped. He got scared and tried to stop stepping on me and fell over my body landing with a thud.

"Deb? What are you doing in here?" He asked not mad but confused.

"I was sleeping" I answered.

"I know that" He said like that was the dumbest answer I could have given him "but why?"

I didn't want to tell him I was scared, but I couldn't come up with a lie fast enough, so I told him the truth.

"I got scared from the movie we watched." I said disappointed while looking down.

"Oh." He said understanding.

"Sorry I made you fall." I quickly added.

"It's okay. Sorry I made you watch the scary movie…and sorry I stepped on you." He added with a smile.

I laughed. "So you're not mad at me?"

"Why would I be mad at you?" He said looking a little confused.

"Because you probably think I'm too young to watch big kid movies with you, or I'm too girly to hang out with you." I said getting upset.

"What?" He said now looking completely confused.

"My friends Kayla and Ashley said their big brothers don't hang out with them because they're too girly and girls have cooties." I said.

"What's a cootie?" He asked.

"I don't know but I don't think I have any." I said.

"Oh…okay so then why wouldn't I want to hang out with you?" He said getting to his feet and walking to the door.

"A lot of boys don't think it's cool to hang out with their little sisters." I said.

"Well I don't mind hanging out with you Deb. You're definitely cooler than all the boys in my class." He said.

"Really?" I said smiling.

"Well yeah." He said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Now come on. Let's go have breakfast."

I followed him out of the room and shut the door behind me with a big smile on my face.