Chapter 2 REALITY STRIKES
I am surrounded by trees in the middle of a forest. In front of me there is a boy with green eyes and wearing all white. I am trying to ask his name but i am not able to speak. I try to reach out to him but my body doesn't move, like I am pinned to the place I am standing upon.
Suddenly a hooded figure comes behind the boy and he starts to scream. I try to reach out to help but I can't. The boy shouts my name but I am unable to help. I am trying to shriek to make some motion to ward off the hooded person, but I feel worthless.
I try to peak through the hooded figure to see it's face but I can't. The boy keeps screaming.. And everything goes dark.
I wake up in the middle of my sleep screaming myself, too much disturbed and sweating. I scan around and find that I am in my bed. It's 3a.m. in the morning and I'm not sleepy anymore.
I slip from my bed to the bathroom and splash water upon my face to erase the memory of the dream. Slowly, I return to my normal self. I peak into my mother's room to see if she's is aware of my screaming ; but find her sleeping soundly.
Then, I step into the living room to watch TV to cut short the remaining hours.
At 8am I get ready for school, checking myself in the mirror before rushing to the kitchen to pick my lunch.
Today mom has baked my favorite apple pie. I stuff the pie in my mouth and rush out through the door to catch my school bus. Yes, today I'm taking the bus as mom has given me some slack as I'm in high school now.
Sitting in the bus, I'm still aware of the dream from earlier.I think this is the first time in 4years that I'm having nightmares.
But all the times the dreams are vague like this one, about which I have no clue.
The dreams that I had before today were usually of a basement in some house, full of other-worldly weapons and decorations.
I think I have to talk about this to my mom.. She may know something about this. Actually whenever I come across this type of dream, i try to explain my mom; but always she gives some excuses, totally changes the topic or is suddenly furious.
My instinct tells me something is going to be very bad this time.
Keeping these thoughts to myself, I climb out of my bus and head straight to my class.
I am surrounded by trees in the middle of a forest. In front of me there is a boy with green eyes and wearing all white. I am trying to ask his name but i am not able to speak. I try to reach out to him but my body doesn't move, like I am pinned to the place I am standing upon.
Suddenly a hooded figure comes behind the boy and he starts to scream. I try to reach out to help but I can't. The boy shouts my name but I am unable to help. I am trying to shriek to make some motion to ward off the hooded person, but I feel worthless.
I try to peak through the hooded figure to see it's face but I can't. The boy keeps screaming.. And everything goes dark.
I wake up in the middle of my sleep screaming myself, too much disturbed and sweating. I scan around and find that I am in my bed. It's 3a.m. in the morning and I'm not sleepy anymore.
I slip from my bed to the bathroom and splash water upon my face to erase the memory of the dream. Slowly, I return to my normal self. I peak into my mother's room to see if she's is aware of my screaming ; but find her sleeping soundly.
Then, I step into the living room to watch TV to cut short the remaining hours.
At 8am I get ready for school, checking myself in the mirror before rushing to the kitchen to pick my lunch.
Today mom has baked my favorite apple pie. I stuff the pie in my mouth and rush out through the door to catch my school bus. Yes, today I'm taking the bus as mom has given me some slack as I'm in high school now.
Sitting in the bus, I'm still aware of the dream from earlier.I think this is the first time in 4years that I'm having nightmares.
But all the times the dreams are vague like this one, about which I have no clue.
The dreams that I had before today were usually of a basement in some house, full of other-worldly weapons and decorations.
I think I have to talk about this to my mom.. She may know something about this. Actually whenever I come across this type of dream, i try to explain my mom; but always she gives some excuses, totally changes the topic or is suddenly furious.
My instinct tells me something is going to be very bad this time.
Keeping these thoughts to myself, I climb out of my bus and head straight to my class.
