I woke up in a dramatic scene. T-t-they were so real... I started to hypervenalate,(probably spelle wrong) and my black hair fell onto my face, clinged by the tears. I was in a different room than my dream, and I started to breath normally again. My feet filled back with blood, and they found their way toward the ground, and at the door, my hands didn't feel numb anymore.
My footsteps filled the hall, and my choked breath whispered, "J-J-Just a dream.. J-J-Just a dream.." I repeated that a few more times, and then pulled myself together, and ran toward my brothers room.
Oh, hi, I'm Cynthia. I'm about 14, with a black choppy haircut, and razor blue eyes. Beauty mark by my eye, and freckles on my nose. Yeah, that's me. You probably don't care about whatI look like. you probably waant to know what my dream was about. Well, it kinda started with some trauma you need to know about before I start. Now, where to start?
wahmbulance Okay, so i need help on it! I just want to know what you think about the beginning. wahmbulance
