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<p> When I was little, at least until I turned ten, I would always have these nightmares. I would dream of my future, of my time as a teenager. </p> <p> Sometimes I wasn't me sometimes I would be this hideous monster. All I know is that so far at the age of sixteen every single dream has come true. My first job, my first foster parent, everything. </p> <p> It seems that the worst dream, the dream where I become the monster that tortured me every single night has come true. </p> <p> Slowly my mind disappears, slowly I become more and more aggressive, slowly I begin to care less and less. It's taking over but I still have hope because I never saw my last dream, I never saw the end. </p> <p> In my final nightmare, before I turned ten I saw me and it fighting but I never saw who won. </p> <p> What will happen when I make it to the final dream? </p>
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