I ran, scared of her , scared of her eyes, of her lips, and her intentions. I was at an empty, dark ,and cold street, the air seemed to be scarce, in a blink of an eye she was in front of me. I stopped breathing while she smirked and touched my lips. After I closed my eyes I heard her thoughts telling me there was no way out, I couldn’t get out of this dream, of this illusion, of this real nightmare. Her claws gripped on my flesh as I felt my soul get out of me, and I fell, to the cold ground, I was half asleep half awake, within a dream. As she cleaned her claws she told me “Bad way to deal with your problems, your brother did the same, shame on both of you, death is not always the best way out.” And I opened my eyes I was in my room, my bed, alive. I felt heavy, I couldn’t get out my bed, couldn’t make a sound, I was having the same symptoms as when I was 5. As I tried to move knowing what was coming I panicked, I was having a sleep paralysis. I moved my eyes to the door ,I saw her, leaning on the wall, smirking as she grabbed the knife…
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