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(This is a dream I had and I decided to make it into a story today during class. I wa sbored what can I say? rolleyes I felt alone so I wanted something to keep me company...it worked! sweatdrop Here it is smile
By: Jen Nolan 4/11/06 I had woken up that morning with my alarmclock screaming in my face with the bright-red symbols reading 6:32am. The mornig burn to my eyes forced me to rub them a little. I crawled out of bed as my mom opend the squeaking door to my bedroom. "School's cancled today...Don't ask..." She said closing the now annoying door. I shugged a little, stripped down to my sports bra and jeans, opend my window and pushed the tuner botton on my stareo. A nice breeze came in and blew my face-length dirty blode hair. Interestingly, the air smelt a little like blood. Knowing the smell well by my past issues of bloodshed (self harm). I heard the jingle of our car keys and a touch of cool keys on my leg. I picked up the keys and looked at her. "You have a special invite at the Albany air-show...remember?" I didn't, but I did enjoy the the taking-off of planes regardless the absent fact that I've aver been a passenger on one before. The car ride was all a blur to me, but being in the tower, I remember that. Thousands and thousands of people were below me. I loved the feeling of being important at a special event. I looked straight out as I saw the biggest plane I'de ever seen. The plane was getting uncomfortably close to the crowd. 'Must be apart of the show...' I told myslef for comfort. But before I could gather myslef to reality, there were piercing screams of women and children. Waves of blood were drownign the people who weren't killed by the impact of the plane. I watched in horror as my vision was blured by the tears now streaming down my cheeks. I peered into the glass infornt of me aand faintly saw myself smiling in the most evil way. I ran out franticly and made my way to my red Chrystler. I took the drive in a relaxed manner, calming myslef down by listening to my favorite HIM cd. I pulled into my driveway and trotted inside. I flopped on my couch and turned the cable box to channel 5 news. I wasn't surprised to see the plane crash being reported. But what I saw next, did shock me. "We have reports of flight 137, Champlin Valley Union Highschool, being hijacked." I rushed into the state of not being able to breath. "Holy ********! Beth's on that flight! Jesus Christ!" I rushed for my phone and dialed Beth's cell phone number. In a calm tone, I hear Beth answer with a, "Hello?" I couldn't believe that she was okay. "Beth! Thank god! Beth, your flight has been hijacked! Don't do anything that will get yourself killed! Just sit down and stay on with me." There was a pause. I heard her crying and breathing. "Hijacked! What the hell!? We're being hijacked!" I wanted her to be quiet more than I ever wanted her to be. "Beth no! Shut up!" She kept going on and on about how they were going to die. "Beth!" I heard a terrorist tell her to sit her a** down and shut up. She still wouldn't listen. "Beth please! St-" I heard the low crack of a gunshot. I imediatley threw the phone and myself to the floor and burst into tears. I had to tell my mom what I had just experienced. "Mom! Mom! Beth! She-..." I stoped dead in my tracks to see her laying in a pool of her own blood, which was now soaking into her matress. I then gave up all hope of ever being "okay" again. I slipped a box cutter into my pocket (always my "healer" of choice. Why I didn't just kill myslef right then and there I don't know) and set out without the car, to wherever I was comfortable dieing. While I was walking along a deserted highway, I closed my eyes and decided to just think for a while. For some reason I thought of my father, Rob. I thought of when he died with me in his arms. Why I then had E.T.S (Early Trama Syndrome). Why I thought cutting myself, with what I had now in my pocket, would help me at all. Why it made me feel better. Where were the rest of my friends? So many thought [assed through my mind...so many questions, which I never answered. Before I knew it, I was walking around in the same hospital my father died in, Fletcher Allen. While walking I saw a doctor looking franticly for something, or someone. All of a sudden, he ran up to me and says, "Please! You must help!" He then threw a doctor's robe on me and pushed me into a room. In the far corner of the room, there was a women in labor. I rushed to her side and cooled her off. I saw a baby's bloody hand coming out of her shoulder and it's mouth screaming and cursing in her ear. She was in pain and trying to ignore the child. She stops rolling around in pain as I look to the midwife for the status of the baby. She frowns and holds up what is supposed to be the new born child, is only parts of a child. Blood streams down her arms as the women screams and passes out. The next morning, i wake to her getting surgery for her ear to be fixed from the "baby's" screaming. The doctors take her to heal. I sit by her side to comfort her when she awakes. I see her eyes open slowley. When they meet my gaze, she tears her ear off. I scream and watch as all her, her unborn "baby" and the ghostly child's blood, rush out onto the floor. She sits back in bed and tears her head off. I close my eyes to find myself and her in my hallway. The women was then crawling towards her head which is now in front of my brother's room. She soon finds it and looks at me with it. She had the most angry eyes towards me. She threw her head at me with force as blood drips behind it, staining my light-blue carpet. A milasecond before her face hits mine, I awake to my alarmclock screaming in my face with the bright-red symblos reading 6:32am...Thank god it was only a nightmare.
There it is! It didn't take me as long as I though it would, I thought it was going to take me about a week or something. Nah, just about 2 hours.
GodsGirl-SatansSpawn · Tue Mar 28, 2006 @ 11:40pm · 2 Comments |
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