The Dream

The Dream

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Once there was a girl who loved to dream she thought it was the best thing in the world because she got to do anything she wanted in her dreams. She didn't always like to dream,sometimes she hated to dream because of nightmares. One night when she was about to go to bed she watched a scary movie about a killer who went to people's houses and killed them when they were dreaming.But she knew it was all fake so she went to bed. That night she had a dream of the killer who was in her room and started to kill her and there was no one else around. She woke up screaming and her parents came running in wondering what's wrong but she said it was nothing. She didn't have the dream again until 2 weeks later,but this time when she dreamed it,it seemed to be like it was actually happening. The next day her parents were in shock to see that their daughter had been murdered and that a killer has been going around the neighborhood, and no trace of the killer was ever found.
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As a young girl she was only happy. Not a care in the world or insecurity to worry about. She was a bigger girl and was teased when she reached 3rd grade. She cried her tears to her mom, but as she got older she cried them to herself. Alone in the dark as a tear rolls off her nose, she drops her head and lets out a big scream into her pillow. Not to let her parents hear, this is beginning to become her normal routine. Her tears dry and she lays on her back looking up at the ceiling, her body is cold and life less. Suicide has become an appealing option to her. But instead she pushes those thoughts back and rolls over on her side and drifts off to sleep, alone and empty inside, she was now beautifully curvy but her insecurities never let her see that. Until the new bad boy comes into play and changes everything

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