The bad dream of my father wasn't the first. It sure as hell wasn't the last, either.
My father was in an accident about four years ago. He was supposed to die. The night it happened, I didn't have any dreams. I always had dreams. They were always good and it was weird that I didn't have a dream that night. I woke up to him kissing my head and I knew something was wrong. He had returned home six hours after he was supposed to... Cue the stress.
I fell asleep soon after that, not thinking much about his late arrival. Little did I know, the rest of my sleeping life would be a special kind of hell.
The farthest back I can remember is being tied to a chair and being cut up and killed. They wanted information... information that I couldn't give them. Information that I didn't know. They started with my legs, running a sharp blade over my thighs, through my jeans, and up to my face. I was close to bleeding out. I had deep cuts on my thighs, stomach, chest, arms, wrists and face and two black eyes and a broken nose by the time I opened my eyes..
The worst part? I felt everything.
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Nightmares
Historia CortaEmily has dreams. They're more like nightmares. Every time she closes her eyes, she sees the people she loves dying, or trying to kill her. Her mother was shot right in front of her and her best friend held a knife to her neck. And everyday, she w...
