The dream started as if I had a pair of those red and blue 3D glasses on, that I couldn't take off. I trudged through this uncomfortable, liquid state for what seemed like hours, maybe even days. I recall yelling at one point after my mouth finally decided to become unlocked. Hello? am I alone? I said it, I know I said it. It was either I didn't or that nobody had heard me. Where am I? I look at my hands as I float through this ambient, duotone dream. Or was it a nightmare? These aren't my hands. See, I'm a 15 year old, little-scrawny girl. These hands were big, the nails were bloody and there was a tattoo of a diamond on one of the knuckles. I look up to find a figure standing in the distance. Well actually, all I could see is the mask. That terrible, smooth, white mask. Maybe it was its face,I wasn't sure so I turned around running through the watery ground.
