3 A.M.

(Finish reading at my other account: chillbones)

[REWRITE]

Every night, I wake up to the same nightmare. All I can do is sit in my freezing bed and watch it all flash before my eyes.

"Do you feel the cool wind?" He questioned with chapped lips spreading wide into a bone-chilling, thin grin. I remember how his hand grips at my pipes, my head turning into a warm haze. "I said: do you f-feel it?" With the question still lingering in the air, my vision goes dark and all is silent.

Thank god it is just a bad dream, right?

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*TRIGGER WARNING*
- murder
- mental, emotional, and physical abuse
- drug abuse
- alcohol abuse
- identity theft, etc...

Read at your own risk. No, I DO NOT support or encourage to do these things. This is just a story.