That Strange Dream
Why did I follow her?, Why didn’t I stop?
" I should have just stopped; I shouldn’t have continued” Y/n murmured. The rock they were grasping onto was sharp, unbearably sharp. The cracks were growing, and they were slipping further. “HELP!, anyone please! HELP!” Y/n was begging, insisting they weren’t going to give up. “Please...” they mumbled. But their vision was blurring. Their breath being stole from their lungs, their will slowly draining. “Goodbye” Y/n was giving up, ‘no one was coming to save you this time’ they thought. They fall, slowly but surely they passed out, drifting, further through the air drifting in and out of consciousness. Your eyes flutter open and close, you must be dead, you can’t have survived that fall. You open your eyes to faces, many of them staring at you, many handsome and beautiful faces. Your head was pounding but there was no surprise why, you had just fallen of a cliff minutes earlier.
Y/n panted as the woke from their dream or was it a nightmare, you couldn’t tell, it was horrifying and yet so intriguing at the same time. You grabbed your journal and jot down your dream in as much detail as you could remember -you write down all your dreams just so you known you haven't gone truly mad- including all those faces, those people who stood over your body. Or your dreamt body you weren't even sure at this point. 'It felt so real like a person you meet for the first time but you feel as though you have known them forever.
