nightmares h.s

01

The sound of crunching leaves, slushing snow, and snapping sticks surrounded the forest. The smell of hot chocolate lingered through the thick winter air as I walked along the thin layer of snow, admiring the atmosphere. The sky like black ink. My eyes met his. The piercing emerald green eyes hypnotizing me. They looked sad. His cheeks a rosy red. His lips a faint purple. He took my hand in his and lead me off the path I follow everyday. The smell of smoke filled the air and his grip grew tighter on my small hand. Soon, he was standing directly in front of me looking me straight in the eye. He reached into his pocket, taking out a black object. A gun. Tears filled my eyes, spilling down running down my cold cheeks. I begged for him not to do it. But he did. As soon as the words rolled off my tongue, a loud bang erupted through the peaceful forest. Everything was black. I felt numb. I was dead. I was dead.

I shot up from the small bed. Tears streaming down my face. The same nightmare I had every night.

The alarm clock next to me read

2:57am

The same time every night. Weird. I turn onto my back staring at the ceiling, yet again drifting off to a deep sleep.