What Could Go Wrong?

What Could Go Wrong?

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"Run Sarah! Run! Don't look back! Run...!" Jolting up from my bed I looked around finding myself back inside my room. My hair was everywhere looking like I was related to Medusa. Running my fingers through my tangled hair I thought about the man screaming out my name in my dream. It had been the same dream in the last week or two. It was hard not to think about it, but what the hell. It still came to mind. Looking over to my alarm clock I noticed that it was only 12am. Perfect. First the dream woke me up at 11 and now 12. What's next?
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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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