I struggled to stay awake. If I fell asleep for even a few seconds I was afraid that my mind would whip up something even more terrifying than what had just happened. Kyle's body lay motionless on the other side of my slowly dwindling fire. I felt a tear washing away the dried blood on my face. I sat there, legs folded up to my sopping wet chest. My shirt was now covered in the stench of human blood. I hoped that no blood thirsty savage creations of the mind were lurking in the shadows nearby. In the confusion, I had lost my dagger, the only form of protection against the world in this new dimension I had created. I wish I could un do it all, but I didn't know how. I wanted to break down and cry, but I knew I shouldn't. I was all alone, and there was no one to save me this time. The night was totorous and humid. My hair had dried, stiff, salty and bloody, from earlier. It stuck to the back of my neck, sheilding it from mosquitoes. I felt empty and lost inside. My thoughts kept going back to Kyle falling off the cliff with a blood stained shirt that was ripped almost completely off of him, exposing his wound. I kept hearing myself screaming his name, over and over again. I cried myself to sleep.
The next morning, I awoke with eyes all red and puffy. I looked over to where Kyle should have been, but I saw nothing. There was only an outline of his body with light blood stains on the dirt where the giants nail had impaled him. I wanted to cry, but there were no tears left in my body. I tried to stand up, but I fell back down. After what seemed like hours, I managed to stumble over to the edge of the woods. It was day time now, so nothing could attack me. Nightmares will disintegrate if they touched sunlight, or any kind of light. I continued to trudge through the thick forest until I reached a clearing where there was a clear, see-through pool of water. Eagerly, I clumsily made my way over to the edge. I cupped my hands enclosing some water in them, but right when the water touched my hands, it turned in to disgusting mud that smelt of rot and decay. I Immediatley flung it back in to the pool of water. Right when the mud touched the surface, it turned back in to water. On a hunch, I stuck my hand in the water and left it there, and sure enough, the whole pool of once clear as crystal water turned to murky, slimy, disgusting sludge. I took my hand out in a hurry. I heard something moving behind me. It was moving closer, I could tell. Right when I was sure it was about to touch me, I screamed, and jumped up turning around to face my foe. My jaw dropped open when I saw who it was.
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Dreams of Elsewhere
Historia CortaMy name is Katelynn Jones. One night, my dreams took over, forcing their way in to my reality. Everything in my life became thrown awry. And it's all because I believed that you could create a place where your dreams actually came alive. But somethi...
