My eyes burn as the wind whips across my face, making my cheeks raw. Left, right, there is nothing. No sign of humanity. It doesn't feel real. I do not feel like myself. I feel the walls around me coming closer, the air getting tighter. I started to scream for help when I look down to see the worst possibility, deaths favorite color...red.
Blood was dripping from my finger tips and smeared down my innocent pink cotton night gown. The walls were getting tighter, I was running out of air. I gasp for my last breath, my hands around my neck. My vision getting blurry, I can feel the cold blood sliding onto my chest. Everything is black.
Light. I jump up, sweating in my bed.
"Wake up Lisa, Breakfast!" I here my sister yell from the kitchen. I throw my hair in a bun and roll out of bed, trying to recover from probably the worst dream I've had this week.
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The Truth About My Sister
Teen FictionEveryone would no about her if it wasn't for me. Its not her fault, but im tired of protecting her...they have to know the truth.
