Post by Summer Anderson on Oct 13, 2010 17:29:09 GMT -5
I twisted and turned in my bed.
I screamed as the images got bigger. They flashed through my head.
"No!" I screamed as another car crashed into ours. I closed my eyes in the backseat. The force was so powerful, it almost killed my seven year old self. When the noise of people shouting and footsteps came, I opened my eyes. "Momma?" I undid my seatbelt and climbed over to the shotgun seat. My mom was sitting there, blood dripping on her face. "Momma!" I watched as my seven year old self shook my mom. My dreamself was standing there, unable to scream. "No!" I wanted to scream even though this was a dream. "No!" I, my memory self, burst into tears.....
My memory self laughed. I was playing ball with Janie, my best friend when I was ten. The grass was green. Janie caught the ball, her lush brown hair swirling and her green eyes shining. "Catch!" She called. My ten year old memory self stepped back a few steps, and did a flip, catching the ball as I flipped onto my feet again. "Wow!" Janie gaped. "How did you do that?" I smiled. "I don't know." I threw the ball at Janie, but the wind blew it towards the road. "Bad throw." I mumbled, but Janie was already running for it. "Hey, Janie. Stop!" My memory self's blood froze. A car was coming, straight for Janie. "No!" I ran towards her, but it was too late...
"Go!" Julia cried. I ran up the hill, the road getting steeper. Thoughts danced in my head. I recognized this scene. It was not long ago, when Julia brought me to camp. I cried at myself to turn back, but of course, I was powerless in a dream. "No!" I wanted to shout. I finally turned back, but of course, I was too late. I couldn't change history. Julia glanced at me one last time, and then raised her pipes to play, but it fell out of her hand. That scene replayed itself in slow motion. "No!" The hellhound pounced and I turned. All I saw was Julia, laying motionless and the hellhound, gaining on me faster than expected. I ran faster but it was hopeless...
I screamed, loud and sharp into the cold night, but my dream self was drowning in dreams, no, nightmares.....
No...
[/center]I screamed as the images got bigger. They flashed through my head.
"No!" I screamed as another car crashed into ours. I closed my eyes in the backseat. The force was so powerful, it almost killed my seven year old self. When the noise of people shouting and footsteps came, I opened my eyes. "Momma?" I undid my seatbelt and climbed over to the shotgun seat. My mom was sitting there, blood dripping on her face. "Momma!" I watched as my seven year old self shook my mom. My dreamself was standing there, unable to scream. "No!" I wanted to scream even though this was a dream. "No!" I, my memory self, burst into tears.....
My memory self laughed. I was playing ball with Janie, my best friend when I was ten. The grass was green. Janie caught the ball, her lush brown hair swirling and her green eyes shining. "Catch!" She called. My ten year old memory self stepped back a few steps, and did a flip, catching the ball as I flipped onto my feet again. "Wow!" Janie gaped. "How did you do that?" I smiled. "I don't know." I threw the ball at Janie, but the wind blew it towards the road. "Bad throw." I mumbled, but Janie was already running for it. "Hey, Janie. Stop!" My memory self's blood froze. A car was coming, straight for Janie. "No!" I ran towards her, but it was too late...
"Go!" Julia cried. I ran up the hill, the road getting steeper. Thoughts danced in my head. I recognized this scene. It was not long ago, when Julia brought me to camp. I cried at myself to turn back, but of course, I was powerless in a dream. "No!" I wanted to shout. I finally turned back, but of course, I was too late. I couldn't change history. Julia glanced at me one last time, and then raised her pipes to play, but it fell out of her hand. That scene replayed itself in slow motion. "No!" The hellhound pounced and I turned. All I saw was Julia, laying motionless and the hellhound, gaining on me faster than expected. I ran faster but it was hopeless...
I screamed, loud and sharp into the cold night, but my dream self was drowning in dreams, no, nightmares.....
