Twisted reality
I had the strangest dream last night -if it could be called such a thing in a conscious state- but no, it wasn’t a dream, was it? I only pray it was, for otherwise, the voices are returning. I imagined having trouble controlling my limbs, stuck to the floor, the constant drip of the tap. No. It wasn’t me, was it? It was someone else. A girl on the other side of town. A girl?
At the moment before sleep I heard her, and then others followed. Softly, at first. Much like how I first learned of my ability, and then… then it became something else.
Something worse.
And now I have to go meet Dawn, I hope they won't return.
At the moment before sleep I heard her, and then others followed. Softly, at first. Much like how I first learned of my ability, and then… then it became something else.
Something worse.
And now I have to go meet Dawn, I hope they won't return.