Letters To My Dead Friend

Before all of the crap

Let me take you to before all this crap happened. Before Alexis was alone. Before Anya was dead. It was a normal Saturday morning. Black. That's all that was there. Black. A sudden white burst out of no were fills up the darkness. Suddenly Anya, Alexis's best friend was running through a maze of black and white, running and panting. Anya was scared. Alexis could tell by the frightened look on Anya's face. Then Anya disappeared and once again, the black over took the white. In a demon like voice, Alexis heard words repeating over and over in a mumbled voice, but getting louder by every second. Soon, the voice was screaming in Alexis's ear. "DONT DO IT." Alexis jolted up. "Thank god. It was just a dream." Alexis sighed and looked at the clock. It was only 9 AM. Alexis couldn't go back to bed after that dream. The dream that she should have listened to. She shouldn't have done it. Yet she did. It was just a dream. A dream that would soon be reality.