I was in an all white room, no doors, and no windows. I was overwhelmed with exhaustion and hunger and I collapsed on the ground and let the tears, that I had been holding back sense I first fell asleep, pour out of me.
Living in my dreams was officially a nightmare. I could still remember the angel singing to me as I was dying, the cancer had finally found my heart. It was as bright as the sun. I remembered having to shield my eyes.
"I don't want to die." I remembered telling it. It had laughed an angelic laughed that filled you with happiness.
"You are not dead yet." It had said. "You are dreaming. And if you wake up you will live, but you have to want to wake up, I cannot help you." Her words felt like a distant memory now.
"I want to wake up. I want to wake up. I WANT to wake up." No use. In a matter of time I would have to endure another nightmare.
Just as I thought that the white room I was in changed. It was still white except now their was a door. The door was plain white and the nob was cooper. It looked ordinary enough. What I was not prepared for was what came through the the door.
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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***
