The dream

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It's hard to dream about your life. Things that have happened. It makes it all hurt more then it already did. I woke up crying. Thinking of my dead family. My dead friends. My life as it used to be. I picked up my phone. Turned on my music. Maybe it's good that I remember my family. I was camped out in a penthouse in what used to be New York. The dog that I had found, Penut, lifted his head. Seeing that it was just me moving around, he put his head back down. I picked up my towel and started towards the pool. Through everything that has happened, I'm still living like a king... Or queen. But I was still living a lonely, scary dream life. I pushed open the door to my glimmering pool. It shined in the morning light. I could see the entire city. How did I ever end up in New York? Now I remember. It was right after Tommy had gotten sick. I had heard rumors of a cure in New York. I thought we could try our luck. It might take a while, being in Connecticut, but I would do anything to make Tommy feel better. He was about to go crazy when the police found us and took Tommy away. I fought and fought, but there were too many police officers and I lost. I stayed in the car for days until the sky went black. After 3 days of darkness, I started to travel again. I soon learned that the sky was black due too all of the smoke from the bodies and that every active and dormant volcano had erupted the day they took Tommy away. It was their fault. I traveled the rest of the way to the city to find it deserted. It was still in tact, yet there were sweepers everywhere. Sweeping for the bodies that weren't discovered yet. I left them on for a while, but after a week, someone turned them off. I then leaned that it was another girl, like me. She was 15 years old and had big green eyes and dark black hair. She always wore it in a pony tail. Then, she walked into someone's trap. She was shot to death and all I could do was stand by and watch. I couldn't die. I know I might, not be the only person left, but I sure am the only one left in New York.

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