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Sunday, November 2, 2008

♥ Nightmares

Lilliane fell asleep

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It was a sunny morning and Lilliane was inside her school's gymnasium sitting down. Her best friend Devin approached her and sat beside her. Suddenly, Lilliane cried and faced Devin.

"Devin, my sister's DEAD!" and she cried so hard. Devin just looked at her, with sympathy and confusion seen all over his face.
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She suddenly wakes up. She thought of it as nothing though deep inside she started to worry, what if it really happened.

She took a bath and wore her uniform, as usual not being able to eat her breakfast. Her maid, being used to it, didn't prepare anything for her.

She rode her school bus and she arrived at the school grounds. She walked through the school hallway and saw the first year students. She placed her bag at the usual place where her classmates stayed.

Lilliane, feeling sleepy and exhausted waited for Sloanne. When Sloanne arrived she started to share her nightmare.

"'morning S. I had this nightmare.. " Lilliane started, looking down.
" You know that we have this problem with.. Devin right? but he's part of this dream, well nightmare" She continued touching her forehead, feeling a little dizzy. "I was at the gymnasium, sitting down, like there was an occasion, and then he sat beside me.."

Lilliane paused for a moment and Sloanne asked her "Then?"
"I suddenly told him that my sister's dead and started crying"

She went through the day like it was a normal day. She went home and then did her homeworks. Next she prepared for bed.

She fell asleep

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Lilliane was inside the living room of a certain house. She stared at the couch and saw a doll at the floor sat a guy.

Because of curiosity, Lilliane came near the doll and was shocked seeing the look of the doll.

The doll's face is scary, as if it was about to kill her and it has a smile in it's face. she noticed it's lips, it has the shade of black, and the red stain is very visible. Besides the color, it's lips was dry-like it was dehydrated-- and it wants something to drink.

Lilliane stepped back and that's when she saw the guy sitted on the floor.

The guy has a white complexion, his both hands at his sides and he has a short hair.
Lilliane looked at his face and got scared, seeing that the guy has no eyes and like it was crying with blood.

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Lilliane woke up, now more terrified than the day before. She was scared that maybe her dreams has a message for her like her dream before.

-- > >rewind -- > > Summer -- > >

Everything was a blur, Lilliane suddenly woke up, exhausted, her breathing was fast. Her face, confused and she looks at her hands. She got scared after seeing her hands full of blood.

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A few days later after that dream, Lilliane was awaken by her grandmother's cry.

"Lilliane, Jane, wake up, my mom's dead!" Lilliane's grandmother cried. She stayed at home, with her cousin feeling scared. Like her dream has some connection to what's happening.


-- > > Present -- > >

Lilliane came to school, worried -again- but at least she came home knowing everything's alright.

♥ And did I tell you that I love you tonight
3:40 AM
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There are times when I dream he's holding my hand, whispering sweet words in my ear and that he's loving me. But while I’m here dreaming, he's with someone else making my dreams. Her reality. This is my story, filled with emotions. Twists come along the path I take, the path I hope that reaches him.

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