Inner thoughts...
I was only five years old when this all started. Not sure what to do. It was a dream right. I was just a five-year-old who has nightmares... Right? But why do mines always hunts me? They're always changing, always sending shivers down my spine. It was useless to cry out for help because for me I couldn't wake up without wake up screaming in fear.
Without being in cold sweats. Sometimes, I just wake up in sweats and tears streaming down my cheeks. Waking up with suns lights in my eyes. Eventually the tears stop coming. my emotions started to rotted away , but the fear lingers with me. It was as if these dreams were apart of me.
I felt like there was a message hidden within, but to suffer fifth teen years of this is craziness is insane. For these dreams to continue to play repeatedly is ridiculous.
As time goes on, feeling happiness is so cold... I guess this explains why I never kept close to anyone. I guess this is the reason all my relationships seem to end so fast. Like sand slipping through your fingers... I'm still young... I have time, right?
Now I'm in college, yet these nightmares still hunt me. I thought I escape from it. I thought it was all locked away.
I thought I would never see it again, but I was wrong. I was only suffering in silence. As it laughs in excitement. Why does it watch me? Why does it follow me into my dreams? Why does it continue to call me a witch? I'm human, right?
I did nothing to deserve this. Yet I'm being called a witch. I guess I should start from the being. The very first night. The very first time this dream first being to hunt me... it wasn't like the rest of my nightmares.
It still sends shivers deep to the core of my heart and only wishes to know why me? Why does it hunts me ...I never look for help because I never understand I was only nine? Nine years old when these dreams took shape and twisted my soul into emptiness.
My happiness, My smiles turns to stone. My soul was no longer shining... My goal in life begin to change. To escape thisnhe