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I've been trapped in the same dream that never changes. In the dream, I feel the warm golden glow of the sun beating down on my pale, almost paperwhite skin. It feels as if it's nearly cooking me. The wind's gentle breezes makes my long crimson red hair curl and twist. I look up to see my big brother, Lucky, passing the football back and forth with my dad. His brown hair flows in the playful breeze, which makes me feel as if it's still summer. The next moment, I see my mother. She's sitting down on a pastel red colored blanket, with her light blonde hair softly sitting on her shoulders. She's wearing a light blue dress that gives a perfect view of her small baby belly, that she's currently rubbing while humming a subtle tune. "Lucky, come sit with me!" My mom calls to my brother, sticking her gentle hands out toward him. I know this isn't real, but I still reach my hand out to her, hoping I will be able to hold it. And that's when it starts all over again. I think I'm doomed to never feel her touch. This is what I've had to endure every second I dream, I have to stand here and watch as my family smiles without me, as if they forgot me. So, would you call this a dream or is it more of a nightmare?

"Mom?" I whispered with my raspy dry voice, trying to choke up some spit to swallow. When my dream didn't start over, I decided to open my eyes. Dust fell from my long eyelashes and into my eyes, making them water from the discomfort. "Is this another dream?" I asked myself, as I pulled my weak body up from the white sheets that surrounded me. They looked as if they hadn't been touched in years. My head started to spin with nausea, causing me to fall off the bed and onto the wooden floor. I made a loud crashing noise as I slammed down.

"That felt like hell!" I screeched, pulling myself up and leaning my body against the bed. I sat there, waiting for my nightmare of a dream to continue, but nothing came. Then I felt an overwhelming pain in my chest starting to blossom, not from the fall but from my heart, as I looked around the room I once called a place of comfort. My room, the setting I'd known since I was born, was trashed and looked as if it'd been vacant for a very long time. My once gray walls had been bleached practically white from the sunlight that shined through my curtainless window.

I slowly started to push myself up from the dusty floor and to my bed. My legs felt like they were going to give out, but I dragged myself over to the desk chair that sat alone in the corner of my room. "Thank god I made it!" I exclaimed as I landed in the chair, throwing my head back and looking up at my ceiling that now had a big crack in it. "I was asleep for a while, wasn't I?" I asked the air, looking down at my long hair that now reached my hips. As for my clothes, I was wearing a bright white silk dress that rested at my knees. "I remember now," I said slowly as I lifted my right hand up and rotated it, so my palm was facing me. There was a big zero with a line next to it on my wrist showing an "O-" sign.

"Well, looks like I have been marked." I mused, standing up quickly and losing my balance, causing me to hit the vanity. I looked up, and saw my mirror was fragmented, but it didn't stop me from seeing what was there. I saw a curvy young lady with curls and crystal blue eyes. "Is that me?" I whispered, touching my face in awe. I looked as if I was about sixteen or seventeen, which meant I had been asleep for almost seven years. As I stared at my new figure, tears began to drip down my face. It had felt like only yesterday when I had a body like a little boy, my brother teasing me about it.

"Man, this is super weird...If Lucky could see me now." I said in a soft voice, as my tears beginning to dry. I thought idly about all those times he told me I would look like a little boy for the rest of my life. I wondered where Lucky was, and if mother and father were okay. Thinking about this made me frustrated, that I left them in the world while I just laid there, asleep.

"I will find you all, I swear." I promised myself, as I clapped my hands together and shoved myself out the door of my room. When I took those wobbly steps out of my room, I found a shadow of what was once my home. All that was left was my bedroom. Everything else was ruined, as if an angry giant had came and ruined the place. "What the hell did this?!" I shouted, furious as I tramped through the trash that was left of my once beautiful house. My bare delicate feet screamed at me in protest, but I ignored the pain.