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Dreams are for children

That night I fell asleep very quickly, in someone else's room of course. My head was well rested on a white clean pillow. My horse blanket on me making my body feel warm and cozy. I was falling into a deep sleep and was having a wonderful dream about me finding out that Daytona really was the killer. And I got the best prize, I was about to find out what it was until a noise came from down the hall.

The scream of death.

I stand up and shake it off, all the happiness, all the hope. I was about to find out who was being killed again. Such a horrible feeling.

I was joined with a dozen other concerned class mates in the hallways. There were very dim lit lights on, making it hard to see in the dark.

"Over here!" Someone called from over near the water fountain. We ran to the fountain and found a trace of blood leading to a room.

"Should we follow it?" I ask the kid next to me. He shrugs and says, "I guess if we wanna find out who was killed this time." He and I race towards the room that the blood lead to.

It was a girls room, empty except for a body. The body was also a girl.

Tan skinned, looked like she was tall, long, blonde hair. It was someone I knew because she looked so familiar to me.

It was Daytona.

I was wrong about everything and I thought I had a chance at finding this out. I had thought it was her, and stopped talking to her cause of it.

This is my fault.

No it isn't, don't think like that. If you were here you'd probably be dead too.

My mind is telling me all these different things that I can't handle. So I cry instead of screaming.

I cry because I was scared of Daytona. I cry because I am seeing her dead. I cry because I'm lonely and thought I actually had a chance.

Snap out of it, Abigail. You are smarter than this. "Hey, Abigail. It's okay." A hand touches my back. I don't know who it is but they lead me back to the place I was sleeping in.

I'm okay now, except I was still crying. My clothes were wet with tears from crying. But I feel safe sleeping in here, like no one can hurt me, except for me.

Dreaming wasn't okay.

Dreaming gave me hope I did not have.

Dreaming gave me a chance.

Dreaming also made me believe.

Dreaming is for children, not for me.