Holder

And Him....?

On our way back home I realized this was one of my dreams that I had. I was thinking but I couldn't remember the dream I had after that.

When we arrive at home I have stopped crying and I run up to my room. I open my diary and start reading....

                   I had another one... Yah a dream! At least my best friend didn't die. Except it was another person I knew that did. He was tall, skinny, and has brown eyes. Also he was bald. He kinda looked like......MY THERAPIST! He died now. Who is next my foster mom. He was in a car crash. All I could remember was he was driving then the ground started to shake. I think it was a earthquake. It was sad because he fell off a bridge. Well I might have another dream tomorrow bye diary.

As I read this I got more scared. I didn't know what to do. If my friend died today, would he die tomorrow. Or maybe it was really bad luck. I really hope he doesn't die! I lie in my bed and hope for the best as I slowly fall asleep.