A Dark Trip

History?

     Once again we were stuck in prison. I couldn't tell if I was sad, or happy. The dreams don't make sense.

     Maybe they are trying to warn me of something. Each time they happen, one of my friends dies. What will happen when it is my turn? They might be warning me not to sleep. But that figure, no, it couldn't be.

     Andrew looked at me with inquisitive eyes. I have told no one about the strange dreams. They might no believe me either way. When I was younger I was diagnosed with some sort of illness, people haven't trusted me since. I think they are scared of me.

     When I was younger I was diagnosed with schizophrenia. The doctor said that it may return someday. My parents never told me what the man was talking about. I had to take medicine that got rid of my friend. She was almost exactly like me except, now that I think about it, she was meaner.

     My parents said she was bad. That very night, I had a similar dream as to what is happening with my friends. Now my parents don't exist.