2: Sickle Cell (SC) is Evil

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Before I move on, let me introduce myself. My name is Jason Doran. I'm 18 years old. I have coffee brown eyes and jet black hair. I'm about 6"0 and really streamlined. I like music, reading, art, poetry and hiking.

I'm ADHD. It's means Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder. It means I can't concentrate, I have insanely fast reflexes and you must see how hard it was to write this while paying attention. It also means I get bored easily(which is probably why I get into so much trouble).

I have a very vivid imagination which is also why I have freakishly weird dreams. My Dad died in a car crash when I was ten but even when he was alive he wasn't really much of a father. He always judged me with assumptions. He never cared for my music or poetry. He was the all-around Dad if you know what I mean.

My Mom was the sweetest woman ever and probably didn't deserve all the trouble I got into. She meant a lot to me and was actually the only reason my Dad didn't die because of me and not because of the car crash. He was a real douche bag to me so don't blame me.

Now, let me tell you all about this craziness from were it all started. Of you like this book and you're smart you'll probably know that the craziness all started on my 6th birthday when my weird uncle came and gave me the amulet and told me to say 'patronus' whenever I needed help.

Coming to think of it I should have tryed it when the unknown creature that was chasing, but on second thought I thought it was a joke so I didn't bother. Anyways, you know the rest. If you don't know, I go to sleep and have the Dream Of All Dreams.

Maybe I should make you wait for it to see how bad you want it. But that would be unfair of me. So, where was I, the Dream Of All Dreams. Instead of the flashback where I appear at my house, I was somewhere I've never been. Somewhere that was now on my top best places NOT to go to.

It looked like an underground lair where only bad things happen. It wasn't like the bat cave which was dark and cool, but this room gave off a really horrible vibe. I couldn't help but looking at the phrase engraved in gold on top of what looked like a chupacabra's head(weird alert!!!)

I certainly didn't want to meet the owner of Pennywise's luxury home. Back to the phrase engraved in gold. The phrase was in latin but I had learned latin like English because it seemed so easy to learn. It said 'Omnibus qui intrant periit spes'. It meant 'To All Those Who Enter, All Hope Is Lost'.

I didn't like what that meant cuz I didn't like all my hope being lost. I could translate that like I was reading English, I could read latin but not this fast. It seemed like I was in a trance and I was born to speak Latin. I felt at peace when I spoke those words and I didn't know reading my own doom could ever be peaceful.

Then I heard someone coming and I tried to run but my legs were stuck in place, I tried to scream but I had no voice(this dream at gone up the scale to nightmare). The person which by the sound of his voice was obviously a man came into his his fortress of freakitude.

He was lean and pale, like he was on a 50 day fast, but I don't think people who engraved curses in gold to whoever enters is someone who cares for religion unless he's in an unholy cult which if he was I wouldn't be surprised. He was more bald than Lex Luthor, no joke. He looked like he suffered from a harsh disease.

Before I invent new words to use to insult his ugly face and body, he was talking to someone. I first I expected him to be speaking to a crystal ball or something, but he was civilised. He was speaking to someone on a phone. He looked infuriated, like someone stole his last weight loss serum(like he needed any more)

"I don't care what happens, just get the boy." the man said."If you come back without him I'll make sure I kill you myself ". Then I saw a man in ragged clothes come in and then in shock I found out it was my weird uncle. I know why he was here but I knewI wasn't in a dream, I was seeing it happen currently.(Please keep.in mind that I had this dream the night of my 6th birthday )

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