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~ DREAMS ~
My frenzied dreams drip with blood. I dream of vampires ripping my throat out, and monstrous wolves the size of buses clawing me to pieces. I dream of Mallory, her ravishing smile twisting unnaturally, elongating until her mouth is as wide as her whole face, before black sludge erupts from her throat, coating me until I drown in it.
I dream of a young woman, the sun shining on her deep Brown skin. Her eyes are closed, and she's turned half away from me, smiling up at the sky, soaking in the warmth. She's radiant, and though my hand is over hers, we may as well be a world apart. I can't touch her like I really want to. I can't say three small words to her without tossing the world off its axis.
Her eyes open and she turns to me, smiling. Her eye sockets are pools of blood, and the side of her face is mangled, bits of bone sticking out of gashes through which flesh and gore ooze. I scream and flail backward as she disappears into inky nothingness.
I dream of screeching car tires and blaring horns. Of metal crunching, melting in a blazing inferno, and two people screaming for me to run. To run, and never look back. And just like I had done in the clearing under the full moon, I do.
I don't ever stop running.
~ New Moon ~
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~ WAKING ~
I wake with a giant gasp, sit fully upright, and fling a sweat-soaked sheet off of me. I press my face into my hands, and I realize my cheeks are wet with tears. A strangled sound erupts from my lips, and my shoulders shake as I'm wracked with sobs.
I don't know how long I'm like this, but eventually, I run out of tears. As I wipe my eyes and try to return my breathing to normal, I assess my surroundings. I'm in a firm, twin bed, pressed snugly in the corner of the room, crisp white sheets pulled tight. There's a large window on the opposite wall, through which I see that the sun is beginning to rise.
The room itself is sparsely furnished, and the walls are deep brown. There's a small writing desk against the wall in one corner. A small nightstand sits next to the bed, and a cedar wardrobe stands in the opposite corner, past the foot of the bed. There's a wooden stool near the foot of the bed that sits deep in grooves in a thick, white carpet that takes up the area between the bed and a door.
