𝚁𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢 - 𝙈𝙞𝙮𝙖𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙖 𝙓 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

That Dream / A New Friend

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For some reason I keep having dreams about the kid. But when I wake up I can't remember, his life looked so miserable.

My stomach always felt so twisted and whenever I looked at him he always looked so sad so lonely. Like he had nothing he wanted to do in his life and just wanted to-

Ok ok ok, I have to stop assuming but he looks like he needed a real friend and I did nothing.

Why?

Why did I do absolutely nothing to even try and help him out maybe even try to talk or show some compassion to try and see what he's going through.

You know why I'm so stuck up on him? BECAUSE HE WAS MISUNDERSTOOD EVERYDAY AND BULLIED.

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Imagine having the feeling of being lonely getting hated on all the time.

I think it would feel like, when you're done crying, sitting there thinking about it again, but not being able to cry because you already just cried you're heart out, so you're just staring at the floor or, wall or, the mirror.

But feeling that all the time.

And still living, now that is amazing, to, keep living, and still feel the way you feel.

That's admirable. But yet again was and upsetting to be living like that.

Where am I? Why am I thinking of this right now?

I look around. It looks like grey dingy walls with a table, one chair, facing a mirror that has no trace of dirt.

Oh I'm asleep right now.

"Am I dreaming?"

"Am I dreaming?"

"Am I dreaming?"

"Am I dreaming?"

I feel butterflies. I'm falling?!

I face down. The floor is sinking! I look back up and see the room slowly disintegrate into the black pitch darkness.

I am too.

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"Stop!" I sit up from my bed, gasping for breath, while sweating like crazy.

"Uh."

I put my hand up to my eyes, I'm crying. I'm gonna ignore what just happened, my emotions are running rampid and I can't control my breatheing..

Deep breaths, in .......................... And out. .........................

Ok.

The kid.. At school today, I'm going to talk to him and try to help him! But if it isn't him from middle school......

Uh yeah I'm gonna go the slow route to talking to him I don't want to completely embarrass my self going there and mistaking him for someone else.

I look around my bed, searching for my phone in the dark, I stretch out my upper limbs to cover my warm blanket to investigate my missing phone.

I feel it it's kinda far. I stretch out my knees getting closer to get a better grip of my phone, anddd... I got it!

I flip it open.

AHHHHHHH THE LIGHT IT'S BLINDING😭

I squint my eyes, throwing my phone to my left and covering my poor eyes that were currently just blinded.