The Flame, (2)
My necklace I have had since I was little it’s a Fire necklace, my Nona says never to take it off because one day if you’re lucky you will find someone with a necklace just like it but with a raindrop. That person would be the love of your life. She kept blabbering on about that is how she and Papa met but I just blanked out and stopped giving a shit. This time at the end of my dream my necklace was missing it doesn’t usually do that. It just lends up on my Palm. I can’t lose it, if I lose it I’ve lost everything.
Have you ever heard something so loud that your ears hurt? Well that is what’s going on right now all I can hear a little girl screaming, me panicking where is she, she should know the way out I need to find her where is she! And all I could see is my necklace waving in front of my face and I blackout
I wake up it was just a dream, just a stupid dream, a different dream this time did not involve Sean gladly, but it involved my necklace I do not know where it is, I’ve got to find it
“SMASH” that is all I hear the shatter of glass I turn around and I find a doll a broken doll standing there with my necklace on its neck, her little tune
“Run, run as fast as you can, tick, tock goes the clock round ‘n’ round again.”
I scream at the top of my lungs and run to the doll and kick it grab my necklace and run!
“That was odd” I said to myself “so strange” ...”that’s some scary shit”
