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Stacie L
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I was running as fast as my thin, weak legs could carry me. I could see a fierce dragon flying and snapping its teeth behind me. Its beautiful features were impossible to describe. The intense deep blue eyes, the dark navy scales on its back. It had to be at least 30 feet, maybe even 40. It was hard to tell, when you were about to die. Its eyes were like nothing I’ve seen before. It was as though the beautiful dragon was trying to tell me that it was crying for help, and being forced to attack me at the same time. It did not seem evil to me. And even though I was facing death, I could not help but feel great pity for the creature. I felt its warm breath getting closer to my legs every second. Turning around, I stumbled on a sharp rock. I felt my knees getting warm, as the blood dripped down my ripped jeans. The dragon flew closer, and closer. I closed my eyes and waited. Waited, for my death. For all of it to be over. The pain, the fear. Maybe this time I thought to myself. Hearing a booming shriek from the enormous creature, I screamed at the top of my lungs. It would all be over I promised myself unsuccessfully. Still screaming, I opened my eyes to see how close my death was. But all I saw was a bright light shining through my open window.
It blinded me, and I pulled the covers over my head. I heard my door squeak open, as my mom examined the room. I sat up, and took the covers off of my face. I stared at her for a moment, and she stared back. As quickly as she came, she left. Of course, she didn’t mention my horrifying screams because they have been going on for over a year now. I have gone through four therapists and they all said the same thing “nothing unusual, it will pass as she gets older”. Easy for them to say I thought to myself. Try going through terrible dreams every night. In fact, it was the exact same dream each time. A dragon chasing me down, about to kill me, and just as its about to dig in to my flesh I wake up, hearing my horrifying cries for help. Not only did it affect me, but my parents have also had sleepless nights for the past year.
“Emma, get up! You’ll be late for school!” my mom yelled from the kitchen, distracting all of my horrifying thoughts.
P.S. Sorry for posting again, but I need more answers! Thank you for your time.
It blinded me, and I pulled the covers over my head. I heard my door squeak open, as my mom examined the room. I sat up, and took the covers off of my face. I stared at her for a moment, and she stared back. As quickly as she came, she left. Of course, she didn’t mention my horrifying screams because they have been going on for over a year now. I have gone through four therapists and they all said the same thing “nothing unusual, it will pass as she gets older”. Easy for them to say I thought to myself. Try going through terrible dreams every night. In fact, it was the exact same dream each time. A dragon chasing me down, about to kill me, and just as its about to dig in to my flesh I wake up, hearing my horrifying cries for help. Not only did it affect me, but my parents have also had sleepless nights for the past year.
“Emma, get up! You’ll be late for school!” my mom yelled from the kitchen, distracting all of my horrifying thoughts.
P.S. Sorry for posting again, but I need more answers! Thank you for your time.