My Secret

Chapter 1

(Dream)
Nothing. I can feel nothing.
What I can see are an innumerable amount of trees. To my right, the trees are alive with gorgeous colors painted onto the fragile leaves that threaten to fall at any moment. The sun peeks through the heavily covered trees and reflect off the rain drops that had been left to stay on the lush grass beside me on the ground. The sound of birds singing their songs reverberated through the woods resembling the beating heart of the forest. The forest was alive and humming with action. The amazing aroma of the wild flowers covered by the musty smell of fallen leaves was an overwhelming yet calm feeling.

To my left was a sight that would have made me jump, if I was physically able to do so. There were still just as many trees, but the trees didn't bare a single leaf. The trees were black and pieces of bark were peeling off. One tree had completely fallen down and was rotting. The smell that came from that side made me wish I was able to plug my nose. The sky above those black, decaying trees was cloudy and grey. A bit of fog was starting to form a little bit in the distance. The ground was so black it looked like ink, but it was a deep vast wasteland of mud. Moments later a cracking sound came from that side and one of the crumbled up trees was falling into the mud, but it didn't land on the mud. Instead, without stopping, it sank straight to the bottom, (wherever the bottom was) as soon as it fell. I wasn't even sure if it had fallen in the first place anymore; it fell so quickly and there was no evidence of a tree ever even existing.

Where I lay, was neither the gorgeous trees to my right or the darkness to my left. It was just grass. A long thin strip of grass as thin as I was. And it went on and on in the ways my head and feet were pointing. I felt like a border between heaven and hell.

In slow motion a cracking sound echoed through the left side of the forest. It slowly fell a few yards away from my feet, crossing the barrier between the gorgeous side to the decaying side. The fallen tree acted as a bridge for the darkness. It started to take over the good side, and I could do nothing about it. It just kept decomposing everything in sight.

I tried to pinch myself, but I was still as frozen as ice.

Over and over again, I prayed hoping that God could hear you in a dream, but apparently since this is a figure of my imagination, there is no stopping what happens next. The mud had been covering the forest floor on my right side, but it now stopped sliding half way over the tree bridge. It started to almost crawl towards me. The mud made it's way to my feet, where it coated them so high, you wouldn't know I had feet. Slowly, it made it's way up passed my ankles. At my knees it started to speed up. It was a cold uncomfortable feeling as the mud made it to my hips. The mud pile got taller and taller and farther up my body until my head was the only thing left to cover. Like a wave the mud rose up about two yards above the ground and paused. Almost like on the Griffon at Busch Gardens, it stopped getting ready to fall. I kept thinking,

'Now. It's gonna fall now. I'm dying now. It's okay.'

Then it fell and covered my face, leaving no room to breath. I tried to breath in air, but only the inky mud coated my lungs..... (Dream ended)

To finally wake me from my sufficatingly, scary dream, an eerie sound of an insane duck quacking broke the complete silence of my room. My eyes had shot open and I fell out of bed. I quickly snuck my hand out from underneath the covers and into the cold air only long enough to turn the bizarre quacking noise off from my iPhone. The now silent phone read the time, 6:30. Desperately wanting to stay in bed, I curled up in my thick blanket's clutches and wiggled in its warmth. As I rested my head onto my pillow, the sound of my mother's alarm clock went off. Immediately, I knew that meant I wasn't getting anymore sleep, so sluggishly I plopped out of bed and landed on the cold hard ground with an extra dose of reality. The reality that no matter how hard I tried I wouldn't be able to stay in bed.

Seconds later as if on cue, mother pushed the door open as I pulled on the last bits of my clothes, even though I was still laying on the ground. Don't ask me how I did that.

After she saw that I was up and slowly functioning, she retreated for the stairs and down to the kitchen while calling, "Come on sleepy head! The school bus won't hesitate to leave you, and I'm not driving you!"

Quickly I got ready knowing she wasn't lying.