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Living in My Imagination

Living in My Imagination

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Published by Farah(:
yayyy :D haha I made this last night and I added a bit just now -- it is from a BLURST (my new word hehe. blast and burst :D or my excuse for a typo? haha) OF CREATIVITY! yay for..chocolate. :D see, I'm not conceited so I didn't say yay for me, although I'm secretly dancing and singing that in my mind. :)
please please give me thoughts and comments! I don't get much :/
I need to improve, and YOU can help ME. cool, right? you, a random person whom I don't know, can give ME, a random person you don't know...DELICIOUS ADVICE!! :D
okay, I'll stop typing before this twists into a story...you know, my fingers have a mind of their own. It's funny haha one day...just kidding.
go ahead and read my unfinished story! :]
yayyy :D haha I made this last night and I added a bit just now -- it is from a BLURST (my new word hehe. blast and burst :D or my excuse for a typo? haha) OF CREATIVITY! yay for..chocolate. :D see, I'm not conceited so I didn't say yay for me, although I'm secretly dancing and singing that in my mind. :)
please please give me thoughts and comments! I don't get much :/
I need to improve, and YOU can help ME. cool, right? you, a random person whom I don't know, can give ME, a random person you don't know...DELICIOUS ADVICE!! :D
okay, I'll stop typing before this twists into a story...you know, my fingers have a mind of their own. It's funny haha one day...just kidding.
go ahead and read my unfinished story! :]

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Living in my ImaginationI turned around and I shrieked. I saw my dad with the knife in his heart. That was how Ihad remembered him as. The blood was dripping on the floor and getting on my feet. I backedaway more frantic and frightened than ever, and then I stumbled over our shredder and it turnedon. I jumped from the noise and then turned it off and looked at where the blood was, but it wasgone.By now someone had grabbed my shoulders and I screamed. My mom hugged me,knowing that I was just having hallucinations. I cried in her shoulder leaving it wet and sticky,with some mucus. She wiped my eyes with a tissue and I blew my nose.“Sophie? Can you talk?” she asked, still holding me.I nodded, still a bit shaky from my hallucination.It was terribly scary to live in paranoia and post traumatic stress constantly. And also toknow that you’ve been through so many therapists that just made it worse or couldn’t seem tohelp at all.“What was it this time?” she asked it softly and stroked my tangled mess that was calledhair.“D-dad. I s-saw the knife in h-his h-heart. A-and b-blood was o-on the fl-floor,” Ishivered and squeezed my eyes shut, trying to erase the awful picture from my crammed mind, but it was permanently there, glued and stapled from years of thinking about him.“Oh, sweetie…” my mom mumbled in my hair.She half sang and half hummed me a home-made lullaby that dad and her used to sing tome a lot when I was younger and had nightmares. It was to the tune of 
Twinkle, Twinkle. Don’t worry, just sleep. Don’t be afraid, don’t weep. I will always be here, Never far, always near. Don’t worry, because... I love you, Sophie.
And somehow that always put me to sleep. It worked like magic and I was snoring softlyfor who knows how long…I was with my mom, my protector, my armor of hearts.I woke up dazed in the middle of the night and in my bedroom.
 
I tossed over to my side to search for the time and found that it was only 1:13 am.I had a nightmare. And I felt like I was still having one, everything felt so unreal. But Iwas pretty sure I wasn’t, otherwise I would’ve opened my eyes by now or something.For some reason, my pillow and bed were wet. I smelled my pillow and touched my face.Both were stained with tears.I cried myself to sleep? I don’t remember that.Then I sniffed my bed. Gross. I peed in my bed. I haven’t done that in years, unless I hadsome sort of real serious issue, according to the doctor and therapist number six. Anyhow, my peeing probably had something to do with my nightmare of my drowning.I dragged my feet to my mom’s bed and lied down with her.“Mom, I had another nightmare and I…peed in my bed. Can I lie down with you?”She didn’t answer. I took two things from her silence. An okay for me to lie down andshe must have been tired.My mom wasn’t moving at all…it was kind of weird. I mean, I would’ve expected her toshift around a little bit. After all, my insomnia-like sleeping came from her.So I touched her face and slightly nudged her leg.They were both damp.I was scared to get out of bed, but I held my breath as I ran to turn the light on. Then Ichecked my hand and it was blood red. No, no, no! How could this have happened? No!“Mom!” I yelled. I shook her shoulders.“Mom, no, wake up!” Then I looked around the room helplessly and collapsed on her  bloody bed.“Why?! Why does this always happen to me? Please…please wake up…”I woke up from my nightmare in a nightmare. Hopefully I’m not dreaming right now.“Honey? Soph? Please, wake up,” mom my begged.“Hm?” I opened my eyes.In doing so, I slapped my face.“Sophie, what are you doing?” My mom had a concerned look on her face.

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