Grip

Shattered dreams

I was outside. The air was so rejuvinating...
As I walked around, there were an unsettling amount of windows...most of them shattered. I took in more air.....it smelled sour. Rotten.
Not again....but this felt real....it WAS real. The G floor windows were all normal, thankfully, but it wouldn't be for long. I started to gaze. I stared.

A shadow. Two silouettes. A shatter.
Michaela fell from the window, plummeting to a death of glass shards. I ran to catch her, but to no avail. I slipped slicing my arms opened on glass. "Why....why her...she was....so strong......she wouldn't....unless she found out-"

The silhouette slipped away above me, leaving no evidence of them ever existing. The sour smell grew and grew, descending into a sickening, acidic vomit scent.

As I came to, my arms were stinging. Dripping with blood.
.....It wasn't a dream anymore.