Chapter 2 A fox?

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(Timeskip to 8 in the morning)

(Thursday)

(Pov No one)
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Dreaming has always confused an surprised you. From seeing a giant floating ball in the sky. To a little white cube floating above your palm, or seeing these.........massive dark pyramids coming towards you. Other times it's a bird made of this pure white light flying, or blurred faces of people you can't seem to remember. Their is a city  you view above a giant wall. To some other planet, at times you thought they were visions. Or a vision into another world. Your 'parents' actually brought you to a psychiatrist to help with these dreams. You either wake up yelling or hyperventilating, most times it's depression or just regularly waking up. Rarely you get up gritting your teeth, almost as if someone pissed you off really badly.

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The shrink believed them to be well, your memories before waking up on that hospital bed. Just altered or mixed up with imagination. But overtime you accepted of what happened. Believing that your actual parents hit ya on the noggin and left. The shrink suggested maybe your parents had memory altering abilities an boom no memory. She suggested someone with a particularly mind diving ability could search through ur head but no, last thing you need is someone looking for gold up there. So no last name, address, no anything. Just a first name you gave yourself because you didn't have one at all. Always in the back of your head you thought the people of your life before abandoned you. But deep down it felt like it was never like that. But back to the dreams, overtime you gain inspiration from them. Instead of blocking or hiding them or ignoring, you'd draw them and that lead you to doing graffiti. And you gotta admit, they do look pretty rad your artwork I mean. Even if you felt like behind some of the paintings, gives a unnerved story for the ages. You thought of one specifically.....the one below.

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÷Art belongs to David

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÷Art belongs to David.Draws? You can see the name, but either way this looks pretty awesome.÷

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But now as I finish this your phone alarm went off, covered under the blanket still you smacked your hand on the drawer next to the bed trying to hit the phone. Over an over getting agitated hearing that stingy alarm. Scooting closer an closer you furrowed them brows smacking harder, but a sleepy head dulls your reaction and u fell. CRASH! Yup the floor tastes like floor.

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Alan: "Ow'

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Finally getting up an turning your alarm off yawning. Now waking up an heading towards the kitchen brewing a nice cup of Joe. You walked to your pc to check on Discord, only seeing messages of the group talking back and forth. Exchanging the plan you didn't bother to read, which will bite you in the ass later. While leaving a laugh out loud emoji, on a meme Dawn sent.

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