My dreams are disturbing and unfortunately so realistic. It reminds me of the descriptions of dreams that demigods have.
I'm looking down at a younger me. I'm asleep but there are people gathered around me. One wears a doctor's mask and looks fairly grim. They're talking about me. Wondering whether to tell me when I wake. I'm so confused and sad; I probably wouldn't even know now what they're talking about - even if I had my memories.
There's a woman with a vacant expression, holding my hand and yet her eyes hold a coldness that would make me hesitate from ever holding her hand. I try to turn away, but I can only stand and watch as they start talking in hushed voices about a failed experiment. I can't seem to shake the feeling that they're talking about me or someone else. I've never had anyone to impress but I feel bad at the idea that I've failed them.
The crowd leaves the room, but the woman stays. I have a horrible feeling that she might be my mother. I don't want to have a mother with only coldness washing through her eyes. I don't want to accept it. Then she starts whispering to me.
I'm sorry, sorry for everything. This had to happen, he had to go. I couldn't keep you, raise you as my son. You were both different, but they experimented more on him than you. Now he's gone. I would say this to your face but you'd never forgive me. I know you hate me for the experiments; you'll want me dead when you find out about him.
The dream fades and darkness surrounds me as I slip into a deep and troubled, dreamless sleep.
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Alone in a Busy World
FantasyA young boy with talent is searching for his memories. When he recovers them, he's not sure if he'll be able to keep going. With the help of a kind wolf he finds a loving family and sets out to destroy the group that destroyed his life.
