The decider

Prologue ( This part is from with Artemis899, go follow them!)

Dreams are strange things. They can be good, bad or just plain and bland as you sleep. You never know what is awaiting you when you get into bed, all you can do is hope for a restful night of sleep. Hope you don't have to watch your greatest fears swirl through the darkness of your mind. Sometimes you can wake up sweating and screaming from a dream, sometimes you can wake up smiling from ear to ear, happy as anything. But you never know what to expect. It's like flipping a coin, seeing which way it will land and hoping you're in luck. Well tonight, obviously I wasn't.

I woke up sweating all over, my heart thumping so hard in my chest I was pretty sure the entire world would be able to hear it right now. My back felt drenched and I didn't even need a mirror to know my hair was a tangled mess. My breaths were coming in short, shallow rhythms, making it feel like I was close to a panic attack.

Probably not far off, I thought as I slowly peeled back the covers I'd been sleeping under and turned on my lamp to let the light flood the room.

Light always helped me when I was worried or anxious. It was like wherever the light filled was a haven, where nothing could hurt you. Slowly, when I started to feel better I stood up, taking a second to gain my balance. For some reason my pajamas were inside out and the top button of my shirt was untied but I didn't question it, not really wanting to think what I'd done to end up like that.

Feeling like a walking zombie, I slowly stomped over to the bathroom. Reaching the doorway I stood there for a second and turned on the light. What had I even been dreaming about? I couldn't remember really, all I knew was that I'd been having nightmares that were getting worse and worse as the days went on, I really need to calm myself down.

Walking over to the sink, I splashed the freezing cold water on my face, relishing the soft tingle as it cooled down my sweaty face. I let it drip down from my chin and eyelashes for a few seconds before I grabbed a soft towel to dry it off. With a somewhat relieved sigh I straightened up and looked at myself in the mirror. Except . . . whoever, whatever I was staring at wasn't me. I looked on as my eyes widened in surprise. I waited for myself to shriek, to scream out, but I just remained still. Staring.

No . . . this couldn't be happening.