Sleep is an evil thing, you willingly give over your own consciousness in return to be semi-dead for a couple hours. But tonight whoever I sold my consciousness in return for the feeling of death was cruel. They didn't give me a fantastical dream or a terrible nightmare, they gave me worse, memories.
"Do you like the stars?" My mother asked while driving.
"They are the best!" I told her.
"This field has an amazing view of the stars!" She responded. I looked out of the window and at the trees going by. "It sure is dark tonight, I hope I can see the cars!" She joked.
"Mom-" I began to say, but then a pain in my side. Then the next thing I knew I was on the road, staring straight up. I couldn't see my mom, I could only see the car and the stars. I spent two hours and twenty-three minutes staring at the stars. Right up until someone drove by and called the police. My mom died that night. I was laying next to a dead body and all I could see were the pretty stars. That's what scared me the most.
I loved the stars, and now I hate the stars. What a funny coincidence that stars are now the one thing I wish never existed.
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Cassiopeia
RomanceWhen Aaron was seven he met Benji. But in eight years Benji changed and so did Aaron, but could the change be for the good.
