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Oh God. Oh God. I just had the worst dream I have had in a long, long time.
It was a very long dream, but the terrible part was at the end. I wound up on my front porch, but it was not my house, but a different house. It was near a lake, and had two cement stairs leading up to the front door, as opposed to my cement walkway leading up to my normal house.
Anyways.
I went up on the porch and knocked on the door. My mom answered, and when she answered I noticed this strange furry thing laying to my left. It looked like a brownish-black tail, but it was only about 5 inches long. Then, I noticed a mass of brownish-black and white fur laying in the barkdust next to the steps, also to the left.
"Mom..." I whimpered as I bent down to inspect the strange piece of fur on the front porch, "is that..." and I looked at the mass of fur, already half-knowing the truth.
I turned around and went to the grass in the front yard and fell to my knees. My mom inspect the mass of fur laying in the barkdust as I asked again "Is it...?"
and she replied "Yes, it's her."
I fell face first into the grass and let out this HUGE wail that turned into a choke, as I sobbed and sobbed, limp and prostrated on the front lawn. I couldn't even breath because I was crying so much. I couldn't stop, and didn't want to stop. The notion of what I just realized kept running through my head: someone not only killed my cat, but they cut off half of her tail, and then left her on my front porch. I screamed and writhed around in mental agony, laying on my face and pressing it into the ground as my mom rubbed my back for a while, trying to console me. There was no way anyone could console me. I was out of my head because I was so upset.
Then, I woke up absolutely GASPING for air. I hyperventilated for about 7 seconds and then I started to calm down. I was entirely shaking. My breathing shuddered for a while, and I continued to shake, but it was better. I turned to David, who was sleeping with me, and I had woken him up. But, he wasn't awake enough to console me. Oh god. It was so scary. I got up and just stood in my room, feeling the cold floor on my feet, centering myself. I found my cell phone and called my house to talk to my mommy about it, but no one answered, and no one is awake in the hall, so I had to turn to LJ to properly eject my emotions.
I can breathe easier, but I don't feel any better.
It was a very long dream, but the terrible part was at the end. I wound up on my front porch, but it was not my house, but a different house. It was near a lake, and had two cement stairs leading up to the front door, as opposed to my cement walkway leading up to my normal house.
Anyways.
I went up on the porch and knocked on the door. My mom answered, and when she answered I noticed this strange furry thing laying to my left. It looked like a brownish-black tail, but it was only about 5 inches long. Then, I noticed a mass of brownish-black and white fur laying in the barkdust next to the steps, also to the left.
"Mom..." I whimpered as I bent down to inspect the strange piece of fur on the front porch, "is that..." and I looked at the mass of fur, already half-knowing the truth.
I turned around and went to the grass in the front yard and fell to my knees. My mom inspect the mass of fur laying in the barkdust as I asked again "Is it...?"
and she replied "Yes, it's her."
I fell face first into the grass and let out this HUGE wail that turned into a choke, as I sobbed and sobbed, limp and prostrated on the front lawn. I couldn't even breath because I was crying so much. I couldn't stop, and didn't want to stop. The notion of what I just realized kept running through my head: someone not only killed my cat, but they cut off half of her tail, and then left her on my front porch. I screamed and writhed around in mental agony, laying on my face and pressing it into the ground as my mom rubbed my back for a while, trying to console me. There was no way anyone could console me. I was out of my head because I was so upset.
Then, I woke up absolutely GASPING for air. I hyperventilated for about 7 seconds and then I started to calm down. I was entirely shaking. My breathing shuddered for a while, and I continued to shake, but it was better. I turned to David, who was sleeping with me, and I had woken him up. But, he wasn't awake enough to console me. Oh god. It was so scary. I got up and just stood in my room, feeling the cold floor on my feet, centering myself. I found my cell phone and called my house to talk to my mommy about it, but no one answered, and no one is awake in the hall, so I had to turn to LJ to properly eject my emotions.
I can breathe easier, but I don't feel any better.