Sometimes, I don't know the difference between sleeping and death. I mean, I get the feeling that I'm floating around like I'm in heaven or something like that. I was in a white blank room until a vision appeared. I was standing in a middle of a dark forest. Another vision appeared. It was Jack, however he was staring at me in a different way. Not the usual soft eyes he gives me, not the cold hard eyes Jack once given me. No, this was a different look. Jack didn't smile his usual smile. In fact, this was an even more wider smile. It was like a serial killer smiling at me, maniacally.
I took one step forward. "Jack! Snap out of it!" I yelled across the field.
However, Jack didn't listen to me, he walked towards me, pulling out a sharp thin scalpel.
I backed away. Not knowing what he was going to do with that scalpel.
"J-Jack what a-are you doing?" I asked, trembling.
Once again Jack said nothing except for moving forward. I stood there, watching him come closer to me. When Jack was a foot away from me. I still couldn't move. My feet were glued to the ground. Even though I could do nothing,
all I could do was open my mouth,
and then scream.