It was dark. He felt like he was floating. He sees a figure in the distance. It gets closer and closer. He notices that it looks like him, just with black hair, glasses, and less freckles. The figure opened its eyes and lunged at him, grabbing his neck. It screams at him telling him that "it should've been you not me!". "GAHH!" Samson woke up. He panted hard and was on the verge of tears. His chest hurt like if someone caved it in. He coughed and panted heavily. He was shaking. His hands wouldn't stop. They kept on vibrating. He felt his nose leaking and his tears flowing down his face. He was having a full on panic attack. He started fading into and out of consciousness from not being able to breath correctly. He starts screaming to try to get somebody's attention. He didn't know why he was having a panic attack with something so minimal. He felt like if there was an underlying reason for this. He kept screaming until he couldn't. His parents busting in, making sure he was okay. His mom was crying while his dad was trying to get his attention. He was freaking out. He wasn't sure why. This nightmare compared to the others was like comparing candyland to hell. This nightmare was weak compared to the other ones. Why did he have such a reaction to it? His dad was yelling at him to pay attention. "SAMSON." His dad yelled. "SAMSON LISTEN TO ME. BREATH." He did as he was told and tried to breath. Samson slowly started to calm down. His parents were trying to figure out what he was freaking out about and he told them. He told them about the guy that looked like him strangling him. His parents looked at him, then each other clearly worried. "Umm... Sammy... heh... there's something we haven't told you... and we were never going to tell you..." His dad said. "W-What are you talking about? What is it?" Samson was worried. Things like this never happened before. "Well... you had a twin brother... but he died shortly after birth..." his mom said, choking back tears. His dad rubbed her back and hugged her. Samson realized why that dream had such an impact on him. He wanted to know more. He pressed on with questions, but they stopped him. They said they'll deal with it in the morning. He agreed and waited until morning.
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AGHHH FINALLY I've been stuck on what to right lately. I have both writing block and art block as I don't know what to draw either. I made it short as I didn't want it to be too long. I made up a bop out of nowhere 🎶Razor blades on Caramel days, The sweet red liquid runs down my legs, The liquid crimson glistening while stuck here listening, To the rains drops on this Caramel day🎶 Pths just a little diddy, and yes I'm fine, I just like to think about dark stuff like this. And I have no idea what a Caramel Day is. I'll make it up right now. It's a nice, sweet day where you're just happy for no reason. Oh well. Catch ya on the flip side.
