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“Really?” she replied. “I thought that it was just some weird dream thing”

“But it wasn’t a dream this time.” I explained. “I was actually there this time, rather than looking through someone else’s eyes. I was actually feeling everything there, making my own decisions. I even saw you, ju—”

“Don’t bring me into this,” she interrupted. “I already feel uncomfortable enough about this topic.”

“Okay,” I replied. I wish she could have known about what I saw, who she was with, and what she did. Instead, I had to live with whatever I experienced without her support.

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The Shadows scare me, mother
They reach out for me.
They always try to hurt me
Like I always do to the wolf.

I don't like the way their eyes glow.
They always stare into who I am,
But I have already reached my best.
I have liberated myself.

The stars will be on my side,
And "She" will love me for it.
Is this the third way?
Or the second?

How can I tell you when
If I cannot move forward?
How can I get Buddy back
If he's not in my room?

How can I live here
If "she" is dead?
How can I love here
If "she" is dead?

How can be alive
If "she" has"him?

How do I exist?
How did I come to be?

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"What is this place?" I was lost in an abyss of terror. I could feel hot breath on my neck, sweat beading down my cheek, and fear rushing up my spine and into my stomach. Although I could not describe this... feeling, I knew that I was going to either be very much alive or be very much not alive soon.

As I ran down the street that exited town, I felt time begin to slow. My movements became sluggish, but so did my pursuer's. I felt my self freeze in place. I moved, but I didn't move. I tried moving one foot, but someone--no, some thing--held it in place. I struggled to free myself from this force, but it was all in vain. Then I saw a shadow cast on my gaze. I dared not to look up. But as I turned my eyes to the night sky, only a human--or what I thought was a human--blocked my view; this figure had white, beady eyes that somehow penetrate your mind into what you've seen and heard. He pointed to his hand. I looked at his hand. In that hand was a teddy bear. One from my youth. One that has comforted me when I needed it most. One that loved me when she left. One that told me not to cry, that she was only hiding and would come back and love me.

Then it hit me. I realized that I knew how I had gotten here. I realized that I knew this figure. I realized that I knew my purpose. I realized that this was all a wacky dream! Just a figment of my imagination! So I closed my eyes and crossed my fingers, as I always do to exit dreams. But as I opened my eyes again, I was back where I started. I was back to the beginning of the end.

I was home.

And the figure stood right where he was standing in town.

Directly above me.

And he pulled me down to hell.