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~Chapter 22~

The dream instantly consumed my thoughts, leaving me in the vast, neon blue area once again. But, this time, it was, different. I didn't have the same dull feeling I normally had, it was, tense. On edge, even. In a- weird way. Like if something was very off. Which, something obviously was. It's never emotional here.

It's emotionless.

Every time, since these reoccurring dreams have been happening, it has been emotionless. Except for the last time, when I screamed....Does that mean this dream sequence is ending?

I look around the large area, looking for something new. If this is the end, then there would be a sign. Like, a resolution.

Right?

I sprinted deeper into the room, leaving the place I had been spawned in my thoughts. I look left and right, looking for something different.

I ran for what felt like days, until I stopped, unsuccessful. I look around still, seeing nothing.

Nothing at all.

But, I turn around, not even thinking of it until now.

My footsteps aren't there.

It all dawns on me, and I cautiously step forward, eyes narrowed. I look down at my feet, watching my foot gently press onto the ground, while nothing happens. My eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"What's happening?" I ask myself, my eyes widening. I could talk here? I look around, searching for a difference once more. Nothing. I groan in aggravation.

What's the point of dreaming if all there's to do is walk around?

I give up, looking for a doorway to exit. I close my eyes and think of one as normal, imagining one opening before me. I open my eyes, not finding a doorway. But a mirror. I look at myself, immediately reminded of a recent memory.

I stand in the mirror, while my left eye glows, along with both my hands. I blink, holding my hand up to the mirror, gently placing it on the reflective object. It was a beautiful mirror. Not to mention huge. As I looked into the reflection, and notice the background. Its the frame of the mirror I'm facing.

I look behind me, finding myself surrounded by mirrors. There were at least 6 identical mirrors surrounding the place I stood. My eyes widening, as I turn back around. My reflection was different this time. Worse, if you will.

My hoodie had tinted itself a blue color, as the glowing had become more intense. My eyes had been replaced with a pretty light blue color, completely drowning over my normal eyes. My hands were trembling, and tears were pouring down my face.

Why am I crying? Why am I scared?

The longer I looked at my reflection, the wider my eyes seemed to get and the worse my trembling got. Not to mention the glowing.

What's wrong with me?

I heard a freakish scream behind me, making me instantly turn to the source of the noise. All of the mirrors collapse and shatter, making me drop to my knees and cover my neck and head as I squeezed my eyes shut.

I allowed myself to crack my eyes open a few seconds afterward, slowly releasing my hands from my neck. As I slowly stand myself up, I look and instantly see what I assume to be the source of the scream. A person. What I assume to be a person- at least. It's the outline of a person, except, they're colored in Orange.

They're entirely Orange.

Like a hologram.

The figure sprints in my direction, obviously about half a mile away. I stand still, still not understanding the situation.