I woke up from a dream one day. Doesn't everyone? I guess not everyone... But still, it felt weirder. Every dream more that I had since the first of January, felt more dragging and realistic. The only thing I think of now is why. Even the word seems so mysterious.
I remembered that day. This time a dream actually finished, and it wasn't a nice one either. The filling up my lungs, the burning of my skin, the screams of terror. Not a single thing missed. And yet, whenever I think of that day, all I can remember is the cheering and clinking of glasses, the counting down from ten. It felt amazing thinking about it, but I knew it wasn't real.
A sudden shock hit me. Not like a thought, no, definitely not. Or so I knew. It felt electrifying and I was in hysterics! 'Unnaturally looking' was a good description of me then. My imperfections were almost perfect, and sycotic? Exactly that. I didn't know what I was like, or even was! But it was thrilling, and adrenaline pumped through my veins.
But as there are highs on life, the low finally came. Everything became clear after. My brains protective layer smashed to pieces. I never knew your brain shut out such bad memories. Tears burst from my eyes and an ocean I cried from straight up fear. The room I was in brought back ptsd of the whole event
Breaking news!
Girl found dead in her house.
Cause: unknown
The drowning out of noises shuddered my every sense. One person, two people. Multiple? Where am I? Oh fuck this I said but no words came out. It petrified me when I opened my eyes and saw a pair of eyes full of pathos and pity. Wait but I was here then.. who was that? A flash of light blurred my vision before falling backwards into the endless sea of my thoughts.
Was it my head or someone elses? I'm not too sure.
