In my dream I know I am falling though there is no up or down, no walls or sides or ceilings, just the sensation of the cold, and darkness everywhere. I am so scared I could scream, but when I open my mouth nothing happens, and I wonder if you fall forever and ever and never touch down, is it really still falling?
I think I will fall Forever.
A noise punctuates the silence, a thin bleating growing louder and louder until it is like a scythe of metal slicing the air, slicing into me--- Then I wake up. My alarm has been blaring for twenty minutes. It's Six Fifty A.M.
I sit up in bed, pushing away the comforter. I'm covered in sweat even though my room is cold. My throat is dry and I'm desperate for water, like I've just been running a long way. For a second when I look around the room everything seems fuzzy and slightly distorted, like I'm not really looking at my room but only at a distorted transparency of my room that's been laid down incorrectly so the corners don't match up with the real thing. Then the light shifts and everything looks normal again.
All at once it comes back to me, and blood starts pounding in my head; the party, Aiden Deling, The argument with Emily--
I put my feet on the ground. The feel of the cold wood reassures me. When I was younger I would lie on the floor all summer when my dad refused to turn on the air-conditioning; it was the only place that stayed cool. I'm tempted to do the same thing right now. I feel feverish.
Aiden, the rain, the sound of bottles shattering in the woods---
I suddenly feel like I'm moving underwater, like I'm weightless, or watching myself from a distance. I try to stand up, but when I do my stomach bottoms out and I have to rush to the bathroom in the hall, legs shaking, I stand over the toilet. My stomach clenches on itself, but nothing comes up. The car, the skidding, the screams.---
AN: The girl in the image is Caitlyn. I know the gif makes no sense, it looked cool. Sorry its so short. ^_^