In my dream I see Daniel.
I'm back in Orlando and I'm walking the streets by myself. It's dark out and the streets are deserted. I need to hurry back home because I need to sneak in and make sure dad doesn't see me. I'm walking and speeding up my pace when I see it:
A poster that says, Missing Boy If Found Please Call 1-407-892-6548.
Underneath it says: Daniel Martel with a picture of a boy with blue eyes and blonde hair.
I shake my head and continue walking. The next sign I come across is the same, except for the thick black lines that form an X over the picture. But the word in big black letters catch most of my attention. I can feel the color drain from my face as I read each letter.
I run.
I run away.
I run far.
Never looking back.
I don't stop to catch my breath.
I don't stop to read other signs.
I just run.
Not because of the dark.
Or because I have to get home.
But because of the words.
Words that said: DEAD.
And I know it's true because I watched it on the news.
I run and run until I fall.
I fall into a deep, dark pit.
It never ended.
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I fly up from my sleeping position. And look around.
I'm in the condo, but how?
A man comes in. He looks like a doctor and I hear him say, "Finally she's awake. I'm just going to give you a shot to help you breathe a little better."
I see a long silver slinder needle come from behind his back.
My eyes go wide in shock and I faint right then and there.
Falling back into a deep sleep.
Back into the dream.
Back into the never ending pit.