Sirens, they sound distance, but then come closer and closer, the drum of tires on the road sound out. I'm so cold, I can't feel anything, I just want to go to bed, close my eyes, but my eyes were already closed, I see myself, someone is on my lap, dead. Am I dead? Or am I dreaming? The sirens are right behind me. My back is against a tree, one hand on the dead persons back. I turn around, two cars, that have collided, I make way toward them. A trail of blood is leading to my body. A semi, and a minivan. A mans hand is hanging out of the drivers side, I walk around the back end of the minivan. I'm near the front, a womans body is out the window shield, her head crushed between the minivan and semi. An ambulance, has people climbing out. On the other side of the minivan I can see a Police officer walking toward my body. I run up behind the police officer, he gets closer and closer, until his shoe hits my foot. Tears are streaming down my face.
"We have a surviver!" the police officer yelled, before I was pulled back into reality.
Cameron, which is all you need to know, that is name, Cameron. My entire family was killed in a car crash, leaving me alone. I ended up moving from Virgina to Mississippi, to live with my aunt. When my parents and brother died I was only 12, now I'm 16, going on 17, and at a highschool, where I haven't really made any friends. I'm oftenly alone, but then, something very unusually is discovered within me, a different me, Marcus, a jock in my highschool, helps me see that.
What will Cameron do, once she fully discovers everything, read to find out.
It was a dark cold night-the night where the birds lay dead on the cold ground, listening in to the deceased whispers. This is the night where blood was once spilled.
Jeremy hid behind a tree, holding on his thigh-his thigh was bleeding as he got stabbed. Jeremy looked at his wound, cursing under his breath. Jeremy looked around to see if anyone was nearby, there wasn't anyone nearby but he could hear the screaming of his pals. He could do nothing but to weep, he got out of his hiding spot and went deeper into the woods. He was wincing in pain as he dragged his injured leg.
It was dark, too dark to the point even the moonlight couldn't provide light. Jeremy tripped over a tree root, he winced in pain, squeezing his injured thigh in pain. He soon heard a twig being snapped close to him. He pulled himself together, getting back on his feet. Dragging his leg once more. This time he raised the pace, panicking as he knew that he was being followed.
He soon came across an abandoned truck that was in a small field. He smiled in relief, getting inside of the truck. He heard movement from his right, seeing a silhouette of a being that was coming closer to him. He panicked, climbing to the other seat to close the door.
Once the door was closed, he locked the doors-backing away after. The door handle was being pulled aggressively but soon stopped. He took off his jacket and wrapped it around his thigh, he winced in pain as he made it tight.
He looked around the truck, trying not to move too much. He eventually found a pen and a piece of paper. He started writing on it as a way to let anyone who came to the amusement park to leave immediately.
first chapter of "The Drafted Reality and Dreams" has been rewritten! it's a bit shorter and has the same details just like the first chapter originally did.
⚠️ !This novel includes drugs, murder/murderers, cussing, suicide! ⚠️
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