"NO!" I screamed. It keeps touching me. A beast of some sort kept grabbing at me. I kept struggling , trying to free myself. But I couldn't do anything.
I started to feel my bones being crushed. It started with my fingers, leading to my hand's, arms. Then again starting with my toes, feet, legs, hips, til all that was left was my head and chest. It hurt so much, but I couldn't do anything about it. Then my limbs began to tear off until all that was left was my torso and my head. Nothing. Like what happens every other time I dream. I couldn't feel myself at all and I was scared.
I shot right up from bed. I was dripping with sweat but I had cold chills going all over my body. I remember it all again. Every time I have this kind of dream I would write it down in my journal. I picked it up and started to write down everything. From what I felt to everything I seen. For the most part it's the same. Like every other time. But sometimes it changes.
When I was done writing in it, I lay down just for my alarm to go off. I got up, washed up the sweat that was on me off, and got dress. By the time I was done, I could smell breakfast being made: waffles, bacon, and eggs. I walk down to see my dad ready to leave for work at the church. He hugs me and tells me bye and I do the same with him.
When I was done with breakfast, I headed for school.
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Savior Trilogy: Hell Arc
AvontuurSometimes the good isn't good and sometimes the bad isn't so bad. Growing up, you're taught that when someone says somethings evil, it's evil and when something is good, it's good. Two people learn the hard way The sins of greed, gluttony, envy, lu...
