Dreams
Title: Dreams
Author: Asia Perkins aka xxemocupcakexx
Genre: drama
Warning: sadness and talk of death
Summary: A young girl speaks of her dreams that she has constantly.
Lately, I've been having weird dreams. Weirder than normal. I never thought that was possible, but it is. I have around five dreams a night. That's normal for me. But I've been dreaming about being pregnant. Every night. And everyone looks down on me like I'm some sort of animal. Why am I dreaming about this you ask? I have no idea. It's frustrating. It's infuriating. It's...tiring. I wake up and feel pregnant.
Why me? Why this constant torture? I know I'm not pregnant. I don't want to be taunted by the thought. I used to be able to avoid it, but now I can't. I'm not pregnant. But I feel deep down that I am. I'm not pregnant. I can't be. I'm certain for two reasons: no sex and I have an..inhospitable environment. I kill anything that could be growing in there. I'm killing myself... Emotionally. Not physically. But I'm thinking about it.
Maybe I won't have to. I also dream about cancer. Last night it was leukemia. I can't help my paranoia now. It eats at me when I wake up. Everyone around me is dying. Dying from cancer. When is it my turn? I can only wait. I know it's coming. Death will come. And I'll be waiting.
For the record, some of this story is true. I do have dreams of pregnancy and getting cancer. However, I am not pregnant, paranoid, or unhappy. I am not going to kill myself.
Author: Asia Perkins aka xxemocupcakexx
Genre: drama
Warning: sadness and talk of death
Summary: A young girl speaks of her dreams that she has constantly.
Lately, I've been having weird dreams. Weirder than normal. I never thought that was possible, but it is. I have around five dreams a night. That's normal for me. But I've been dreaming about being pregnant. Every night. And everyone looks down on me like I'm some sort of animal. Why am I dreaming about this you ask? I have no idea. It's frustrating. It's infuriating. It's...tiring. I wake up and feel pregnant.
Why me? Why this constant torture? I know I'm not pregnant. I don't want to be taunted by the thought. I used to be able to avoid it, but now I can't. I'm not pregnant. But I feel deep down that I am. I'm not pregnant. I can't be. I'm certain for two reasons: no sex and I have an..inhospitable environment. I kill anything that could be growing in there. I'm killing myself... Emotionally. Not physically. But I'm thinking about it.
Maybe I won't have to. I also dream about cancer. Last night it was leukemia. I can't help my paranoia now. It eats at me when I wake up. Everyone around me is dying. Dying from cancer. When is it my turn? I can only wait. I know it's coming. Death will come. And I'll be waiting.
For the record, some of this story is true. I do have dreams of pregnancy and getting cancer. However, I am not pregnant, paranoid, or unhappy. I am not going to kill myself.