I sit around thinking about my most recent life changing desions. I look out the window watching the sun set in it's usual pink, orange, red, and yellow and think. Is this really the right desion? Am I really sure this time? What if I'm wrong and I end up living on the cold streets, to die alone? To lose all my hopes. I shiver. These thoughts made me feel cold. I feel like I'm sufficating under all the desions suddenly forced upon me. A loud bang comes from ouside. A deep male voice yells outside my door,"Open up! Or I'll blow your brains out!" I click save on the document I was typing and close my laptop. I shove it in my bag and get up. I silently slip out the window onto the garage roof. I close it and crawl over to the wood pile stacked against it. I put my foot on the first log and start to crawl down. A crashing sound startles me and I slip. Logs tumble down on top of me as I crash to the ground, winded. My vision starts to blur, but before I slip out of conciousness I see a man standing in the window glaring down at me. Chuckling.
(P.S. This is not a role play, and the main charater is a guy.)
I see myself swimming up to the surface of the ocean. I look up to see a war between dragons raging on. I look at myself again. I look determened and furious. As my head burst out of the water a dragon swoopes down and snatches me up. I have long fangs that bite down into it's hand. The beast roars and drops me.
When I open my eyes I'm laying on a metal table. I turn my head to look around. Theres sky blue lights hanging everywhere around the room, expect over the other metal tables. Blinding white lights hang over them, and me. I can't see any windows so I have no idea what time it is. I can hear voices coming from behind the only door in the room. The door is white. I can't understand what the voices are saying. I try to sit up, but I'm straped to the table. I gasp in panic. I'm trapped! I think, then I think back to what happened before. How did I live? I remember the splintering pain that shot up my leg when I fell and logs crushed me. I'm sure my leg broke, so how come I can move it without it hurting. The door opened and slammed shut, jerking me away from my thoughts. "Ah, so you're finally awake I see. You're lucky Bazto needed you alive yet. Otherwise Chase probably would've left you to die." Chase? He must of been the man who was laughing in my window. Bazto, I wonder who that is? Maybe he's the one whose sending me those e-mails saying,"I'll find you. You may have denied my request, but you won't have a choice! Signed, Xx." I glare at the man walking toward me. He's waring a lab coat and is pushing a cart toward me. The man looks to be about 25. He has a huge scar down his left cheek. He stopped next to the metal table I was on and loomed over me grinning,"I made you a new leg. Now I need to fix your teeth." He picked up a gassing mask and put it over my mouth and nose. I slowly lost coniousness. The last thing I remember was the strange man chuckling.
Try sleeping with music playing softly? I dunno...I've recently discovered how to take control of my dreams so I don't have nightmares anymore. (Unless they happen to wake me up too fast for me to do anything)