And Just like that... He was Gone.....
I was wondering through my schools hall ways. No one was there, I turned every possiable corner that I could think of. No one was with me. I went into the Lunch room. There in the middle, he stood, holding onto another girl. He looked at he with what seemed to be the most hatful look in a persons eyes could ever have. The girl he was holding laughed and snikkered, as to know what was about to happen. Suddenly, I was in a black room, a single light shinning down upon me and there he is, another light shinning down upon him.
"You and I were never and will never be anything, never talk to me again slut" He spoke as he slowly turned away.
It faded and another vision came. There I was, people crying and looking down into a hole in the ground. It was my funeral. There he was, standing with that same look upon his face. He spat on my grave and on my coffin.
Then I woke up
I was crying badly, my lungs where tight, I was sweating a cold sweat and my hands where shaking violanty. It was only about 4 im the morning, I stayed up until about 4:45 thinking about the dream, afraid to fall asleep and watch it all over again.
It only makes me wonder.... Will I loose him To Someone Eles?
I Pray Not
I was wondering through my schools hall ways. No one was there, I turned every possiable corner that I could think of. No one was with me. I went into the Lunch room. There in the middle, he stood, holding onto another girl. He looked at he with what seemed to be the most hatful look in a persons eyes could ever have. The girl he was holding laughed and snikkered, as to know what was about to happen. Suddenly, I was in a black room, a single light shinning down upon me and there he is, another light shinning down upon him.
"You and I were never and will never be anything, never talk to me again slut" He spoke as he slowly turned away.
It faded and another vision came. There I was, people crying and looking down into a hole in the ground. It was my funeral. There he was, standing with that same look upon his face. He spat on my grave and on my coffin.
Then I woke up
I was crying badly, my lungs where tight, I was sweating a cold sweat and my hands where shaking violanty. It was only about 4 im the morning, I stayed up until about 4:45 thinking about the dream, afraid to fall asleep and watch it all over again.
It only makes me wonder.... Will I loose him To Someone Eles?
I Pray Not
