Dreams Of Death

Breathless and Cold, I continue to run from the demon, a servant of death, pursuing me.I jolt to a stop, a cliff 5 feet in front of me. Deciding whether to jump and undoubtedly fall to my death or losing my soul to this unholy and dark specter. My choice was undoubtedly clear. I jump knowing I am going to smash into the ground, dark and rough looking. Falling, I close my eyes knowing that I will die. Just before I smash into the ground I wake up screaming and breaking out in a cold sweat. I lie back down unable to go back to the slumber that I was shocked from by my dream. I lie there staring at my ceiling, white and blank, thinking about my dreams wondering why no one will help me get these dark dreams out of my head. I come to an explanation, clear and concise, that no one will help me with these dark dreams because nobody cares about me. I am an outcast at school with no friends and my family despises me. I get up out of bed put on some warm clothes and slip on my sneakers. I walk out the door into the snow blanketed plain that is my yard. I walk down the driveway and off my family’s property into the cold frigid night to clear my head. I walk ten miles to a lake, one of many in the small cesspool of a town I am forced to call home. I walk carefully across the slick cement dock balancing myself on a pole on the side of the dock. All of a sudden I lose my balance slipping and busting my head on the hard icy edge of the dock. I fall through the thin layer of ice on the lake into the bone chilling water. I struggle then coming to a sudden realization I quit struggling and let myself drown in the icy lake.