Melanie
In my restless dream, I see that terrifying face, those pale lips and gloomy eyes holding me down I try to scream but nothing comes out but a whimpering cry but before I know theres a loud thud reaches its pitch and then slowly dies. I wake up in a cold sweat trying to figure who the hell the malicious person in my dream was and why he appeared the way he did. Cold Hearted and Careless.
