The Chosen One.
Name: Amelia Olson
Looking at my finger I see that I have a minor cut on the tip of my index finger. Bringing both hands up in front of me I count how many fingers I have. They say that if your dreaming you'll have extra fingers.
My head snaps back up in front of me just as the man brings up the gun towards the girls forehead.
My heart beat speeds up.
However I can't move now, it's like I'm frozen in place. But I can speak.
"Stop!" I shout at the man. He doesn't seem to hear me though. I shout again but nothing happens. The man moves his finger so that its on the trigger of the gun. The girl is struggling, eyes wide.
Why can't he hear me if this isn't a dream? I crease my eyebrows and tilt my head slightly.
I clamp my hands over my ears.
In front of me lays a girl with a hole in her head, dead, so I do what I can do.