"Oh my God!,"said Symone as she opened her eyes. She had just had a horrific dream about Cj, her boyfriend. She sat there crying , wondering why she was so hurt by this ...it was just a dream.
"Should i call him or nah?"She sat pondering to herself .
"Maybe this was a sign,"said Symone. "If something were to happen to him for real , I don't know what i'd do." Symone was a writer. She loved to write short stories and poetry.She knew she just had to write about this.
She reached into her drawer and got out her note book .
"I think I'm gonna call it My Nightmare." She got her pen and she wrote;
Two cars collide.
But only one man died .
Laying their a lifeless being
I cant understand what I'm seeing .
That open palm,I want to touch
Of the man I had loved so much .
His dreads are bloody,his face so dear. I have to accept this biggest fear-
His voice I will no longer hear.
Now I don't want to remember
That lovely night in December .
My heart says this cannot be so
That open palm I will not let go.
I lay my head on his chest to conquer my biggest fear- "To listen for a heart beat I'll never hear."
" Dammit Symone snap out of it!!" She said to herself as she sat gazing at the wall.
"There's nothing wrong with Cj,there's nothing wrong with Cj,"she said redundantly.
"Why am I acting So stupid...that nigga is prolly in his bed sleep..or is he..Ughhh!!!!"
She lays her head down and slowly drifts off to sleep.
YOU ARE READING
My nightmare
Dla nastolatkówSymone is fighting herselfIn the beginning everything was great between her and Cj.But now, everything's going wrong and she's thinking about giving up on him.She has been praying constantly for God to send her a sign.Finally, one night she has...
