Chapter Eight

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I had a nightmare that night.

It wasn't anything like the mirror one.

This one was an actual nightmare.

It was Stacy and Brayden.

Just getting shot over and over and over again.

Their deaths repeating in my head.

I'd try to block the bullet or hold them up.

But they just kept slumping over.

Blood was everywhere.

I woke up sweating and crying.

Surprisingly no one heard me

I wiped away my tears and calmed myself.

'You will be completely fine. You are not dead. It is not you fault anyone is dead. You are completely fine.'

And that for the rest of that night, I had a dream.

A good dream.

It was Jordan and I, sitting at the kitchen table eating pizza. Afterwards, we watched a movie.

It was me walking down the sidewalk with Piper, laughing and chatting.

It was me on TeamSpeak, talking to Jordan's gaming friends and smiling.

When I woke up I realized.

That's what my life would've been like if I didn't go through the mirror.

But I chose to just smile at the dream and thank it for letting me see Jordan smile and see Piper alive.

Hey dere! Sadie here!

It's late!

I'm tired!

Let's cut to the chase!

You guys

50 followers

Love you guys

I'm gonna pass out in a sec

And I'm pretty sure I'm drunk.

(Which explains the depressing chapter now I'm droning on help)

Uhhhhh... Thanks and bye!

(But srs anyone have ideas for 50 followers celebration?)

I LOVE YOU GUYS TO DEATH

AND ALSO PABLO THE PEBGUIN

SHUT UP DRUNK SADIE

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