She had converted herself into a pouncing position, ready at any moment to attack.
"Scared?" Said me with a snarl. Her voice sounded like mine, but it echoed in a way so that her voice was all around you, suffocating you.
Unwillingly I took a step back, as if someone else was controlling my movements. I heard a laugh coming from all around me but the source was obvious: her. "Scared that you will finally have to face the truth?" She was obviously enjoying this. "You can NEVER wake up! Your Darling David already thinks your dead!"
The scene shifted and there was David, with his tan completion, dirty blond hair, and dark brown eyes. ||| David was leaning over a plain white bed. His checks were stained with tears and there were dark bags under his eyes. He still had the same features as the my older brother, but he seemed distant and older. As I walked-or glided (it was weird in a dream) closer I saw that I was in the bed. It was body my body he was leaning over.
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Un-sweet dreams (contest entry)
Teen FictionA 1000 word short story When 14 year old Story finds herself trapped in her worst nightmares she must learn the key to waking up so that she can be reunited with her brother: David. ***entry for a contest***
