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Running From This Nightmare 1Snow?
"Hey... It's snowing." She waited for a response from the younger children sitting at their small desks, as they colored or played with child-safe play-dough, laughing and smiling with innocent eyes. Her turned away from the window, knowing that the children had to of heard her, and wondering why there were no cries of joy or squeals of excitement.
She was startled to find that all the children had stopped their coloring or building with the play-dough, and all had their faces covered, quietly, in small whispers, singing. Furrowing her brows, she stepped around her desk and looked at each of them, straining her neck forward to try and catch what they were saying.
"One, two, Freddy's coming for you..." Was all she caught, before all the children's voices started melting together into incomprehensible murmurs. She gave them each wary looks, as she made her way over to the closes table of children near her desk, where three little girls sat, each wearing frilly white dresses that sh
A Nightmare on Elm Street 8-1
Lucy ran through the empty school as fast as she could. Springwood College, she has not gone there long, but she seemed to have it pictured perfectly. From the banners and class arrangements, to the colors on the walls and floors. Now, however, she could not make them out completely. The school was dark and Lucy, in her Pjs. She stopped for a moment, heaving in fear. A tear dripped down her face, who was that man in the hat? She knew his name, but just WHO was he exactly? What did he want from her? Neither did she have the answer to, but the sudden thought of him pushed her body forward. The mans guffaw echoed through the halls, reverberating off of the walls, hitting Lucys body and knocking her flat on her face. Something was pulling Lucy through the hallways and dragged her into a classroom. Lucys face beating red, her screams muted. The force from the laughter picked her up and dropped her onto a desk but before she hit, she found herself waking up already seated.
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
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