Opening my eyes I noticed i was sitting at my desk at school.I knew I was dreaming because I had reading week and why would anyone want to be around school when they dont have to be . I stood up and waited. I was alone in the class, it was creepy. I walked out of the room, no longer in the hallway that I expected to be in , but in the garden again. Only this time it wasn’t so pretty.
All the flowers that were once bloomed, were now dried and hanging lifelessly . I walked further. The swing was on the ground. and the bench was broken down the middle as it laid in the mud. The green grass was more like pebbles and hard dirt on my feet. The rose bushes that grew tall, that once hid the boy was nothing more but vines. I could smell smoke and no light was around. Nothing but a grey back ground. I felt a feeling of sadness over come me and I wish that I was awake. I felt more alone and dead than ever.
I went by the bench and looked out at where the pound use to be. Now it was nothing more but muddy circle. This dream sucked. What could be wrong ? I mean, first time I was here it was beautiful , and I started in my apartment after the fire. Now I start in my class room and end up in a dead garden?
Just then something caught my eye. It sparkled in what little light there was.. In the middle of the dried up pound. I walked over to it and knelt down. Pulling it out of the soft earth, was a necklace.
I’ve seen this before. Looking it over I had defiantly seen this before, But where? I don’t remember . It was beautiful. The chain was a light silver and the locket was like a pentagram with a weird symbol that made a pretty design around a tiny heart in the middle. I tried to open it but it wouldn’t. I bet there a rock around here. I searched the ground , nothing.
Suddenly I heard a noise. I shot up.
It could be him, I looked around . The garden was gone. I noticed I was in my, apartment? I felt a shiver down my spin. I never wanted to see my apartment again. It killed me inside because I lost it all. It’s where my parents died. I lost everything that felt like home. I felt like I could cry but no tears formed. A tiny sob escaped from my mouth when I heard the noise again. I took a deep breath I went outside the room. It came from the kitchen. But nothing was there. Finally I realized it was down the hall. In my room. I tip toed down my hall. Picking up the lamp by the front door. And held it like a bat. My breathing quickened. The noise was , as if someone was wrestling with papers. I had my back up against the wall and I slowly peered into my room. I saw the back of a man. He was in a white t-shirt and his muscles moved in his back as he frantically looked for something. I was panicking.
Who is this guy ? And why is he looking through my stuff? I have no jewellery or expensive stuff. Forgetting I was on my tipy toes when lost balance and hit my back on the wall with a thud. I shut my eyes and prayed he didn’t hear me. But nothing happened. I turned to look back in and he was gone. I walked in and no one was in there. I heard another noise, like a big bang and I went running to my kitchen. Forgetting to hide I just stood there the man was now dumping things out of my drowse and swearing under his breath. I was afraid he’d see me notice. It was only a dream right?
I backed up slowly before running back to my room. Hoping the scenery would change. I got inside and I saw the boy from my last dream. He was sitting on my bed looking at a picture He stood up and looked at me with those dark eyes. For the first time I noticed they where a deep green. He smiled, shocking me into place. Was he here for real? I could feel my cheeks turn red. He was holding a picture of my family and I. but why? Was he the one who murdered my parents? Another bang came from the other room before the smell of fire drifted into my nose.
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This is my own story. All ideas are from me about 5 years ago. Life. You are born to make something out of it, live it and die. It's normal, You have choices and options on how to live it. Not me, my life is twisted. Who ever thought you'd be born...