Lights flickering. Loud music.
A hand.
The light turns to darkness as my heart pounds in fright. The lights go up and I'm imagining something.
My third grade play.
Screaming. Crying.
I remember now.
" I never want to see you again! You are such a jerk. I'm going to tell everyone to never hang out with you."
I remember screaming at someone before the play for pouring water on my head and thinking it was funny.
" I'll get you for this! I will hunt you down!" I can't remember who said this. Wait....
..... Billy Fisher.
I screamed in my mind and I imagined a large, white room. The room had no windows and no doors. I started to run. And run.
And run.
It wouldn't stop.
I screamed and voice echoed all though the everlasting room.
I started to cry.
When will these horrific nightmares end?
I hope soon.
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