I ran out of the classroom as the end period was over. First one out. I felt great. That day had been the best. Until Darian and Cruz came along. They liked messing around with me. They bullied everyone. But me the most.
"Go away. It's a good day and I'm sick of this shit." I exclaimed firmly.
" Aw look. He thinks were gonna just follow what he says. Just cause it's a good day." Cruz said "Well listen. I tell you what. We get a good beating on you and you go home. With a good beating. On you."
I nutshacked him and he crumpled to the floor but soon after that I got hit. Bad.
I was overcome with a single wave of pain before I blacked and I had my dream.
I guess I am a part of some death contract. In all dreams or nightmares or whatever, I end up dying and returning to 'reality'. My mother says they are healthy, the dreams I mean. But I can only see them as traumatizing horror.
Well this one started out weird. I'm moving. The ground beneath me is dark but I can shape out rocks and cracks, as if pavement dried, moving quickly under me. And I was nearly I hopping at great height with the least amount ever. That's when I saw where I was and why I was nearly running with my power.
I was in a large dessert and the surrounding were dim, as it if it had just landed twilight. And the were large, deformed creatures scattered all around the dessert stampeding in the same direction as me, making there half running strengthened leaps.
I looked back and froze to see the giant, flaming , horrific, blade hurling to me anytime lightning speed.
And I was stabbed viciously by something I couldn't see, but it was indeed, ripping right through me.
BINABASA MO ANG
The Dreams of Charles Wilder
Fantasya boy grows up having dreams of his own world. He goes on adventures and has his dreams take his breath away. With bullying, school and no familly he has it hard at home. But when he gets in a car crash and lands him in the hospital with a coma, he...
