My Worst Nightmare

It was not meant to be like this. Our race was meant to be peaceful, not life-threatening. But once the curse spread enough, we had to close our part of town. No more living with others, no more acting the same. We may look like you, act like you, but we are nothing like you. My brother had his first dream when he was ten. He just passed, waking up with a concussion and several broken bones. My sister had her first at fourteen. Being the tiny girl she was, she almost died. But I did say almost. Me? I’m fifteen now, and still waiting. Waiting, and hoping it never comes. But it will. Cause it always does. Especially when you least expect it.