"Stop!" The kids around me held me down on the ground. "I didn't do anything! It wasn't me!" The eleven year old me screamed.
"It has to be you. You're a bad person. My mom said so." The girl with pigtails stood in front of me with a lighter.
I felt something trickle on my back. Alcohol? Oil?
Click!
The girl tried to turn on the lighter.
Click!
"I'm telling you it wasn't me!!!" I screamed and struggled to somehow get out of their hold.
Click!
The lighter ignited, a beautiful blue flame danced on it.
I stared at it, "It wasn't me…"
She threw the lighter at me.
***
I woke up with a gasp.
Breathing heavily, I looked around at the empty place.
Ah…
Something like that happened once huh. I thought to myself after remembering the dream I had.
I looked down at myself and noticed the blanket around me.
I understand the part where the blanket is around me, but why am I between legs?
Only then did I realize that I was lying against his chest.
