Happiness. In my life, there's no such thing. It's always so dark in my world. Every night I have the same dream. It's always about this man, trying to kill me. And in my dream, he always was able to catch me before I got away. I'd always wake up with cuts all over my body but I'd have bigger cuts on where I have my limbs are. I've seen 13 psychiatrists already, and they haven't figured anything out. I'd always wear long sleeves shirts and long baggy pants just to hide all my scars.
I've had this same dream ever since I turned 12 years old. Right now, my mom and I are heading home from my 13th psychiatrist. I'm too scared to go sleep tonight. Every where I look, I see the same man from my dream, chasing after me. I'm always scared to go any where alone. Sometimes I don't even remember what is real. My dream would always end at the part where the man is ready to chop my right arm off.
I never really eat anymore so I just skipped dinner and went to sleep. As I slept through the night, I had the same dream again. But this time, the dream was different. It was finally over.
This time when he caught me, he had drugged me. I couldn't see anything clearly. Everything was blurry. As everything became a little more clear, I looked around to see where I was. I was in a room, on a table made of steel. There were no windows. There was only one door but it was made out of thick steel. Everything was made out of steel. I saw the man putting an arm in a big plastic bag. I didn't know my arm was missing till I saw him putting it away. I saw other girls' bodies hung up by their necks but their arms and the bottom half of their bodies were gone.
As I saw their blood dripping and their guts, I puked blood on the floor, probably from not eating much. I asked myself, "Is this really happening?" I couldn't tell. I didn't know what to do. I knew the man was gonna do the same thing to me that he did to the other girls. I had to get out of there. But how? I looked around more and I saw a tray of knives and other tools. But the problem was, I couldn't move my body. I started panicking and my eyes over-flowed with tears as I tried to move my body. I tried to calm down but it was hard because I saw the man walking towards the tray of tools. He was three steps away from the tray, and I was finally able to move my toes. He finally got to the tray and he grabs it as he pulls it towards me.
I panicked even more but before he got to me, I was able to move both of my legs. As his hand reached for the biggest knife, I put all my energy in my legs and pushed them up, wrapped them both around his neck and tried to choke him but he kept struggling. I had finally been able to move my whole entire body, so I sat up and grabbed a knife from the tray with my left hand. I put the the tip of the knife on his neck and screamed in his face, like some kind of crazy woman as tears came down my face. As he was choking to death, I yelled, "DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I quickly put the other knife down and grabbed a machete and moved my legs out of the way as I swung it towards his neck.
I felt blood splatter all over my face, as his body fell to the ground. I dropped the knife and got off the table. My whole body was shaking with fear as I walked towards the door. I opened the door and saw the FBI running towards me as I started crying. I knew that it was finally over and that I wouldn't have that dream anymore. But it wasn't a dream, it was real all along.
I woke up in the hospital and I finally felt the pain in my right arm. A nurse came in and said, "We weren't able to save your arm, but once your arm heals up, we might be able to give u another arm. I'm very sorry." As the nurse walked away, I began to cry. I knew my life wouldn't be the same anymore. But I knew that it was something that I had to live with my whole life.
