I snapped back into reality.
My eyes went wild. Rage broke my carefully crafted shell.
My friends were dying.
How.
I scurried around trying to find an answer. Any answer.
Finally, after one long minute, I laid my eyes eyes on Zoey's half eaten tomato.
That had to be it.
I was the only one who didn't eat the tomatoes.
That was the only plausible answer.
I look back at my friends limp figures.
I could heal them, but at what cost?
Will I die?
It is selfless, I thought, but then I reconsider. Is anything really selfless?
I want them alive for my gain.
No.
I shake my head.
No.
No.
No.
I must save them.
They are better than me; they deserve to live.
I reach over to the closest person to me, so Zoey.
Her body is so limp and feels so dead.
I touch her and her body is barely warm.
Barely alive.
I take a deep breath and-- "Hey, she's alive!"
I freeze.
"Yeah, she must of healed herself."
"She doesn't deserve to have that."
The men come running towards me.
They're too fast. I could never heal them all before they get me.
No.
No.
No.
This can't be happening.
I have to heal them.
This is what my gift is meant for.
I put all my energy in healing Zoey.
But I'm not fast enough.
They already got me.
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The Dreamer's Gift
Fantasía"Dreamer Never let it be said that to dream is a waste of one's time, for dreams are our realities in waiting. In dreams, we plant the seeds of our future." __________________________________ Not fully edited Short chapters Lots of refrain and thoug...
