Waking up

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Dream:
I was walking down a dark ally. It had one flickering light. I limped into the ally and started towards the side of the trash can. When I finally got there I heard gun shots in the distance. Holding my beaten up side, I hide there as I here yelling. "Where that little bitch go!", said a harsh voice in the distance. And that's when everything goes black.

I wake in my bed knowing, I had the same dream again but it went further this time like every night. I get out of bed and try to not remember it. Or my father and the disease. I take the medicine, and go to school. I soon remember my parents will leave on a trip soon and I hope they come back. I hope that my father doesn't have a heart attack. I hope that I don't get the disease. I get bullied some more at school and get called names and get pushed around. Soon the day is over and I go back to bed. And that's when everything goes black.

I was walking down a dark ally. It had one flickering light. I limped into the ally and started towards the side of the trash can. When I finally got there I heard gun shots in the distance. Holding my beaten up side, I hide there as I here yelling. "Where that little bitch go!", said a harsh voice in the distance. I see a man. He pulls me out to the gang. I see my brother. Soon there was a gun shot. I look at my brother and see that he was shot in the side of the head. I am soon beaten and left there with my brother to die a more painful and slow death then him. Then everything goes black.
Dream ends
I wake up in a white room that I am a custom with. With the beeping of the heart monitor and the painful memory of my brothers death after my fathers. All that is left is my mother and me. I do not speak any more. Bullies from school have came to visit me and help to get me to speak once more. But at least I know that I am now fully awake. I may be blind with my eyes, but I can still see clearly with my heart. Even without my father, brother, or with this disease called Mercer, I am now Waking Up.

The End

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