I can't tell if this one is a dream or a nightmare but I had it multiple times when I was 11. I never found any meaning in it but I always thought it was fascinating what a younger boy's mind could come up with. I had/have several years where I become depressed because of how life is going and when I was 11-12 were my worst years. My life has never been great nor has it been terrible. But life is life so I gotta deal with it.
The Storm
I was only 8 years old. My parents and I were on a road trip. I sat in the backseat listening to 45 by Shinedown on repeat. I played Pokémon: FireRed on my Nintendo DS. Outside there was a storm, the rain poured like blood out of a deep cut wound. The lightning struck down so close you could feel the electricity surge through your veins. But the thunder was just thunder. My dad whispered to my mom," Can't wait to get to the hotel." I acted like I didn't listen, acted like I didn't know. My dad rubs my mom's thighs. He doesn't watch the road and he begins to swerve. The road is wet. My parents scream and I just sigh. I am finally at peace. And then I wake up and realize that I'm still in the car and still alive. And I begin to cry flames, flames of anger. Anger at myself for being a nobody. For being a freak.
The End
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RandomI'm just going to spit my thoughts down. They will be weird but I literally don't give a shit if you like it or not
