muppetclaw11
I dreamed of an ocean. I stood at the edge of a jagged cliff, overlooking a violent tide of sea foam, throwing itself against the dark rock beneath me. It sent up a spray of salty wind, misting the rough, yellow grass that dug into my bare feet. I rubbed my upper arms with clammy hands, trying to fight the night chill. Despite the warm, sticky air, the breeze cut through my thin, cotton t-shirt like a handful of needles.
My forehead was drenched in cold sweat, my ears numb through my shoulder length hair. I didn't even notice the boy standing next to me until he spoke.
"Did you tell them?"
My eyes stayed glued to the stormy horizon. "No."
A gunfire sounded, and something slammed between my shoulder blades, knocking me off my feet. I felt electricity pulse through my limbs causing my muscles to seize painfully. My vision darkened and I lost consciousness, but not before I heard the boy scream.