Scarred My Dreams

Scarred My Dreams

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A bright light flashes as I slowly open my eyes. Without realizing my hand is in front of my face. I hear faint shouting, "She's awake! She's awake!" I saw my mother in front of my eyes, speaking softly, with tears of pity, in her eyes. And that's when everything went black. Why did fate have to choose me?
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I couldn't stop trembling even more now. I calmed down a little more and checked my arm again. I was correct, I wasn't hallucinating. On my shoulder was a tattoo. It was a character of some sort-- in a different language. It looked like it was Chinese mixed with Islamic calligraphy. The skin around my arm was red and irritated. The symbol stuck out like a vein. I hyperventilated. I thought I was going to have a panic attack. I had to sit there, on my bed, and command myself to calm down. "I'm dreaming. I'm dreaming. This isn't real," I whispered. I checked the mirror again and searched all over my body to see if I had any other markings, but so far this was the only one. I shut my eyes, trying to force myself to wake up, but this was real. And for the first time, out of all the panicking, my vision went black.

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