Dreams are illusions of reality. They are the mind's way of getting over issues. They are meant to bring us peaceful sleep. We wake up renewed and awaken and ready to start the day. How can something as innocent as dreams bring such dread and pain. Dreams are meant to be happy not death and sadness. Tomorrow is my 16th birthday. The first day of the rest of my life. Instead of being excited, I have nothing to celebrate. It's not going to be a fun-filled day no, its just going to be another day of pain and loneliness. When we were kids, we dreamed of birthdays because they have always been a time for joy. Not the end of lives. Nothing could prepare me for the illusions that my dreams had given me. I thought my dreams where just a way to cope with loneliness but I couldn't be more wrong. Maybe for you there is a tomorrow. Or 100 thousand. But I never saw my tomorrow. The tomorrow that would change everything. I never got to see tomorrow. I only saw the end of my today. The end of all today's that should have come. Tomorrow will never get here in time. I am out of time.
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False Reality
Mystery / ThrillerA 16 year old in the prime of his youth, alone sad and scared. He walks on a dark bridge at night looking down. It has been 2 months of the same walking and staring down. August 22nd will forever change the face of the Earth. That's what I thought...
