| Chapter- 1. That fatefull morning 6:00 am My alarm clock sounded waking me from a dreamless slumber. Getting up however is not what i intended on doing but something made me feel uneasy about staying in this spot for much longer and as a chill went down my spine i jumped out of bed to feel the splinters enter my back. I turned my head and saw what had to be the Face of my doom. What happend next was so unreal to my mind the next day i asked myself was it a dream? Is this what dreaming is like? Can i realy have a dream then? For as long as i can remember i have never had a single dream or Nightmare for that matter. am i sick? is my brain defective? Noboddy had an awnser for me thus i went on with my life going to school keeping it secret from my friends and teachers so i wouldn't stand out And as i was walking to school the next morning i kept seeing the mask The samurai in robes killing it and then poof some device puts me to sleep Did that realy happen? Was it my first Dream? Ahhh this is hurting my brain and.... I woke from my trance as i heard my name shouted from behind me... Zendar! I looked around to see where she was,that angel whith the voice that could melt a thousand hearts,A face so smooth she could make a camera shy Alexandra the most beautifull girl in our school. Zendar you are Such a space head where were you this morning?? You were supposed to pick me up before going to school remember! what do you think i am some sort of Ornament to show off at your every whim. Sorry Sorry i was thinking about what has happend to me recently. Remember i told you i've never had a dream. Well i think i had one The day before today and i have been kinda distracted ever since. A dream about what,WHO?,ME?,Another woman?,What was the dream about?? I started to tell her about the Masked figure and the samurai putting me to sleep after killing it. She laughed,You've seen too many movies Zendar was her response getting weird dreams about masked monsters,Late night TV is bad for your brain. she may have been right telling me that and i realy should have left it for what it appeared to be. But for some reason i could not forget that feeling i got just before the monster tried to kill me,and the weird sensation i felt when that samurai was in my room. So upon comming home after school i went to my room. My bed: There. The window: There. The floor under the bed: Not damaged at all? i was sure it was so real i could not have been dreaming there was just no way. My dad called Diner time come to the table and as i was walking out of my room i stepped on a crack in the floor,something sticking out straight in my foot i looked,A splinter? no way that color its the same as my bed? how? why? so it was real? To be continued... |
zendarDarkskyJun 22, 2008 2:26 PM