Back To The Past

Chapter 2

I woke up, sweat trickling down my forehead, my heart pounding. There it was again, the nightmare. It might seem stupid that I got nightmares about the little girl, with her face contorted with confusion, pain, and betrayal. Why did I get dreams about the little girl, and why did I consider them as nightmares? Why would my heart beat quickly, pick up its pace so much that I had to wake myself up every night?

That, my friend, is a question that I had no answer to.
I would get these nightmares every single day. Waking up, calming myself and going to sleep. Even that little amount of sleep that I got was very disturbed. Faces of the girls parents haunted me.

The strange thing being, the fire scene was only a stage of my dream, which had eventually turned into a nightmare. It was part of a story, and I was afraid to find out what came next.

I was terrified. Her parents had tried to say something in every fire scene, but now, they seemed to be getting closer, a lot closer to what they wanted to say. In a days time , at the most, I would definitely find out what it was that they wanted to say.
Hopefully, the dream would progress and something good would come out of it.

Hopefully, my nightmare would once again turn into a dream.
Hopefully, I would get sleep. A good nights sleep.
The sleep that seemed so far away, the sleep that I hoped would become reality.

Keeping these wonderful hopeful thoughts to myself, I drifted off to the land of sleep, where nothing was real. Everything was an illusion , and I would wake up to find that nothing had changed.

But change was a part of life. It was inevitable.
And when my nightmare transformed into a dream, an innocent dream once again, it would be the role of change.

Change, that would change my life. Change, that would make my dream reality.

Change, that would happen for the better.

No one could stop that , ever.

Just because change was ,is and will always be inevitable.