This Atrocious Dream

84 1 0
                                    

Jane's Point Of View-

Dream

I run through a field full of fog and mist. I run as fast as I can trying to escape someone. Their is no where to hide...nothing but plain land.

My breathing hurts even more as I keep going. The pain is building up inside of my chest. I fall on the ground with all the grass stains with dirt on me.

My white dress was now dirty...it looked beautiful now it looks disgusting. I close my eyes for a second to picture that someone hitting and abushing me.

Alive (And Loud)Where stories live. Discover now