dream or life

dream or life

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Walking around the house alone, and it too quiet. Where is everyone? Am I dreaming? As I start to look around a strange mist like fog fills the room “Mom, where are you” I yelled That might have been the wrong thing to do. The fog that I breathed in was making it hard for me to breath now. As I was gasping for air I felt a cold rush of wind on my back, I slowly turned around and there he was again, the same boy who’s been in my dreams for the past three months “Who are you” I asked To my surprise I could actually speak and I stopped gasping for air, I guess I was just freaking out. “Who am I, who are you” he asked back I looked at him, this the first time I could hear him……wait what did he say?
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When I was little, I was never healthy for a full day. When I would go to school, I would carry around an oxygen tank so that I could breathe properly. There was once where I had come close to death. At that time, my mother and father promised me that they wouldn't ever leave me. That is, until someone came in an murdered them while I was at school. When I was dropped off from the bus stop, I automatically knew something was wrong because my mother would always wait for me. When she wasn't there, I began to get worried. 'Had she forgotten?' Was the first thing I thought as I walked up the stairs and into my house. 'Mama? Papa?' I questioned walking into their room. As I made the first step in, I heard squishing under my feet as if the carpet was wet.

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