Thomas P.O.V

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The roses are wilting

The sky is falling

There is people out there who are dying

Tears will fall

Fear will belong

And you will be the one who would survive

You will see the horrible smoke

Of people's sins in a look

You will find yourself in a hook

Of nightmares and death

Look out! He is behind you....

Oh right...you are already dead...say bye bye~

Thomas woke up in a cold sweat

What the fuck

He thought that nightmare has been bothering him for what, years now? Thomas has lost count of how many times this nightmare would wake him up it would always be the same one .... Always the same words over and over again. As Thomas looked over to his nightstand he saw his alarm clock

4:30

It said it was still pretty early but it still was an okay time for Thomas to wake up especially after that nightmare Thomas always thought he could get used to it but he never did.

In his dark room he got out of bed and grabbed blue jeans, White shirt and a red jacket with white eords in it


Something like this

As soon as he finished he turned the lights on and looked in the mirror

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As soon as he finished he turned the lights on and looked in the mirror

"Good enough"

He said while smirking ready to be out there in the world and forget everything about the horrible nightmare. Thomas opened the door and looked at the kitchen directly he grabbed a piece of bread put it in the toaster, waited......... Then he heard the sound of the toaster giving the bread he grabbed it put it in the plate. Of course he grabbed the jelly and added it to the bread he also grabbed the milk. As he was pouring the milk he remembered the nightmare....that horrible nightmare but what did it mean? As Thomas was too busy thinking he was not noticing the mess he was doing with the milk which was now pouring out of the glass cup. Thomas did not noticed until he felt a cold sensation in his feet. When he looked down he gasped and cursed.

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