@Anonymouss_ 2:56 a.m.
teenagers scare the living shit out of me.
@betterofffdeadd 3:01 a.m.
If you don't swim, you'll drown.
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"Jump," they taunted. The ground looked very comforting right now, the way down didn't matter though.
"Jump, you fucking queer!" They sneered as his foot slipped off the edge.
Through the blood rushing in his ears he could hear the quiet chant of 'Smear the Queer' being chorused from the crowd.
One was laughing.
What'd I do?
"Jump!" Said another.
So he did. He could hear the screaming coming from the top. He'd fallen about, oh, sixteen stores?
He saw it; the ground. So close. It was so close. He could almost touch it; he didn't.
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This is the second time Michael had woken up with this dream. He was hot, lilac hair flattened to his saturated forehead and along with his bed, he felt like he had just got out of a sauna.
Panting and confused, he got up from his bunk to the kitchenette near the back of the bus. He poured himself a glass of water, spilling a few measly drops because of pale, shaky hands. He downed about half the glass before feeling the sudden urge to puke, to fling himself out of the side of the moving bus and lay in the middle of the road because if that didn't kill him, traffic would.
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Hello! This is just a bit of feed back about Michael! It has to do with the poem (written by me tysm) about staying up and such. Introduction is next.
Just to let you know, @Anonymouss_ is michael and @Betterofffdeadd is
xx
Ansley
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FanfictionA dream is a wish your heart makes When you are fast asleep But do they realize you can't dream When you don't even sleep. - Nightmares are a constant (a.b.)
