A Tale Not Yet Told (CYOA)

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     Nearly a week of Grey HighSchool goes by before your precursor to peaceful dreams once again welcomes it's stay. You're nearly asleep when the voices start returning, this time it seems as if they're speaking to eachother in a low tone, instead of trying to coerce you into joining them. Within a few moments of laying there your senses begin to once again dull, only to be replaced with new ones. You can smell packed dirt, taste a hint of blood in your mouth. Your empty stomach aches and your still body is sore to the bones. It feels constricted, enclosed, as if you're laying in a coffin with no lid. The voices around you present themselves as caring, strong, and with a slight accent that's unrecognizable. Even with the pain the atmosphere seems warm and inviting, and for some ungodly reason you want to join them. It feels like you know them, like you've been here before and you want to go back. Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of somebody placing a chair by your head. The figure sits in the chair and lightly brushes a few strands of hair out of your face before folding there arms to lay their head on beside you. An unwelcomed sadness fills your chest to know you can't interact with that individual, though you have no idea why or who that might be. Within moments that distantly familiar person is asleep.

     It's a dream, it had to be- but how could it feel so real? It feels like you know them, you've been here, you've spoken to them before... no it's just a dream... only, you're still awake.

Do you...

Try to snap out of it and get out of bed: chpt 5

Indulge in the illusion: chpt 7