Dreams Come True

Good dreams come true. Not

He was chasing me. The black hooded figure. I was trapped at a dead end. This is it.The end for me. I was leaning again the cold brick wall. Trembling in fear, sweat pouring from my face. I closed my eyes as he reached out his sharp lethal claws. Suddenly a pair of big warm hands grabbed onto mine pulling me with its force. We smashed through the wall and jumped off a.  clif-- ....

A cliff?! A cliff really? And I had to jump off a cliff. Dude I didn't even get to see his face.

I woke up sweating, heart beating rapidly. It was a dream.. again. I have been having this dream ever since my parents died. I still don't get why its always choosing me. Choosing me as the victim as I sleep. Can't this dream go bother someone else?!

My thoughts got distracted by a 'Ding!'

I looked over at my phone. An unknown number texted me.

Once your're eighteen. The real game starts

Huh? what does that mean. Its probably some drunk dude texting me at 2:59 AM.

I pulled the sheets over my head. Once again the comfort was wrapped around me. My thoughts slowly floated away and my mind went blank. Again, I had been put into a deep sleep.
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I glanced over to the side as the wind forcefully blew all over me. It felt like I was floating, like I was flying. But wait.. I was. I realised the hand was once conjoined with mine again. His black silky hood blew Oof revealing him. His face glowed in the night sky. Just like a shining star his handsome and angelic face stood out in the scene. His eyes met mine, mine met his. They were glossier then glass, more precious then gold.

We were pouncing up and down, bouncing and jumping through the soft, fluffy clouds. I had finally come back to my thoughts, remembering we were chased by the dark chilling figure.

I glanced back see nothing but misty fog in the distance. Phew.. that was close. The young man around my age slowly approached me. My heart stared to beat faster and faster. He had the cutest smile plastered on his face like a five year old. His rectangular box smile revealed his white pearly teeth. The upside down moon-shaped eyes he showed.

(Idk Y but the photo will changes between his ages so just imagine he's one age.)

"Hey what's your name," He asked. "Y-Y/N" I replied. He held out his hand, "I'm Kim.. Y/N! Y/N!" He shouted. What? Kim Y/N does he have the same name as me? Just as I was about the same something. The view in front of me started changing. It was brighter, smaller.. pinker.. my room?!? I had been woken up by screaming of an angry aunt trying to get me downstairs before I'm late for school. I quickly picked myself up and dragged it out of bed to the bathroom.

The mintyness of the toothpaste brang me back to my senses. At least the dream this time was different from the last sevens years. I mean at least I got to see his face and know his nam-
Oh I just remembered I only got Kim. Kim, Kim, Kim. There are so many names with Kim in it! What could it possibly be. Kim Jungkook? Kim Hoseok? Kim Yoongi?

I grabbed my school bag as I dashed out of the house. The smell of pancakes was seducing me to eat it. BUT NO! THEN I'D BE LATE FOR SCHOOL AND GET DETENTION AND JSHDJIDHWGAGSH. Everything is so messed up.

The dumb me decided to take the 'shortcut'
Well well, I think I've learnt my lesson. Now I'm lost. It's like this whole day is set up for me.

I turned once more into a different street hoping it would less me to the Main Street. The cold wind blew from behind and the sky started to turn dark. The feeling sent chills down my spine as I fastened my pace. I looked to the ground as I thought I felt a presence behind me. 'Bang' Owww. I hid my head against a brick wall. I turned around hearing some rumbling from behind. A motorbike was heading right towards me. I froze in fear not knowing what to do while trapped at a dead end. Suddenly a strong arm pulled me aside. The looked up seeing a guy wearing a black mask only showing his eye. "Watch our next time," He said. I was about to reply when I noticed him nor the motorbike wasn't there anymore. Oh well. I might as well just go home today.