Tears flowing endlessly from my eyes as I am running from a figure I have no memory of,it seems to be some kind of monster but I can't out run it, I slowly run out of air while the beast walks up to me and I can not clearly see it because it's foggy.
"Bethany, Bethany get up," a soft voice said.
Look at me, your eyes are swollen as I looked up to see my mum try to calm me down,
"It was just a dream and nothing to worry about,"she said holding me tightly.
I have dreamt of the some dream over and over since I was six it's starting to get on my nerves and I can definitely see that my mum was also starting to worry, we did not know way but I was thirsty for answers.