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I look around, the wind catching in my hair blocking my view from everything in front of me.
I quickly take one hand off the handle of my bike and clear my view as quickly as possible, trying to focus on the road in front of me. The drizzle of the rain made my hair stick to my face, making it harder for me to move it.
I see yellow headlights quickly speed by me through the pieces of my hair and feel my bike rock uneasily as I keep swatting the hair of my face.
My heart pounds in my throat as I watch yellow head lights head towards me and I wait for it to swerve the other way like ever other car has, but it just keeps coming straight at me.
I frantically wave an arm in hopes that the car will see me, my eyes widening as I watch the car hurl towards me, never slowing down.
I don't know what to do, my feet don't respond, neither do my hands on the handles.
When I watch movies or read stories where someone would watch a car coming towards them and they don't move or do anything about it, I don't believe anything about it. It sounds like complete shit, I mean its obvious right? Just move the other direction.
But I finally understand why. It's impossible. There's no logic explanation and it doesn't happen to everyone in similar situations, but to some, it's just impossible to move.
The headlights zoom in closer, fast and steady, as if this was planned.
The air is knocked out of my lungs, hot searing pain burns through my body. I no longer feel the bike under me, just air and water flying off the tips of my fingers.
Yellow lights illuminate the pavement beneath me, I watch paralyzed as it grows closer to me.
"Wake up" a small voice whispers.
I close my eyes.
I wake up gasping for air, my chest burns with ever deep breath I take. I scratch at my chest, making sure I'm still there, still breathing. I look around frantically, eyeing everything and waiting for my racing heart to slow down. It's pounding against my chest and my palms are covered with sweat and dirt.
It's been at least the hundredth time I've had this dream, and it's always the same, the damn wind, the car and the voice. But sometimes the scenery changes, or I'm in a car or on my bike. But the same voice is always at the end.
Wake up.
Every damn time I get hit by the car, I hear that small whisper, and it feels like it curls around my ear, pulling me into a deep sleep.
I feel my heart slow down a bit and I grab my phone, squinting at the bright screen and finding that its only 3am, way too early to call my parents.
I take a couple deep breathes before climbing out my bed and walking into the kitchen, quietly getting a glass of water.
I take slow and small sips of my water, trying not to choke on it from how dry my throat is and how much i'm shaking.
I finally finish my glass of water and place it in the sink before heading back to my room, enveloping myself in blankets. I remember I have an appointment with a psychiatrist in order to talk about these strange dreams and maybe find out if it's hopefully just a thing of stress.
I take deep breaths and pray for the millionth time that I sleep without nightmares.
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Hi guys! so i know that this chapter was really boring and short but it was just the beginning and they aren't always the most interesting.
I am so not proud of this chapter, it's just..
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Love you all❤️
~Emma
