He was enjoying me suffering.
The she raised my neck higherthis was a nightmare, one which I couldnt escape.
"Believe" I heard a melodious voice slip out of those full lips. Then it all went black. When I gained consciousness, my aching back was pressed against the floor and someone was hovering over me.
"Joseph, get up. Are u alright?" Kevins voice questioned me. I nodded and got up painfully.
"What the hell happened?" he asked me.
"Nothing, just a dream, a horrible one, "I added to myself.
Kevin left me alone after that. We shared a dorm but not a room. I looked at the bureau and Sthe picture.it was there. My mind was no clearer than a labyrinth. Who had been the girl? Did she know where nick was? What was her name? Why did she look meer like a goddess than a human of even a mutant of any sort? She was meer gorgeous than a fairy. What and who was she?
It was obvious I had been dreaming but why? Why such a weird dream? Why this nightmare?
"Your life is a nightmare of soon will be," a voice roved in my mind and I knew it wasnt that girl. It was a boy. The voice was devilish. Evil, cruel, mean that was how it felt. The atmosphere was tight. I needed air. I decided to apparate home, after taking permission, of course. Yeah, my once exuberant home, that was where I was going. It was now inert. My eyes ran over the faded walls and the creaking doors. The hinges were falling apart. Everything was a mess. The situation described my life perfectly; of at least my state of mind. I had a feeling that something bad was imminent, even though I dont know what could be worse than losing your parents.
"Losing yourself,"a voice came again. Not the evil one but the pure one.
"Who are you? Where are you?" I looked around, in hope to see the beautiful creature again but everything was blank.
"I will help you, as long as u promise to let me and be strong," the girl spoke again. I looked down at my hands. Deep down I knew I was weak, not physically perhaps but emotionally yes. I knew I needed help but the right person never seemed to come around.
"When life throws lemons, u make lemonade," the voice said.
"What if life gets thrown on you? Then what do u do?" I zei dolefully.
"You throw it right back. Please Joe, u need this, please let me help, they want me to help you," the girl was pleading now.
"They?" I asked.
The she raised my neck higherthis was a nightmare, one which I couldnt escape.
"Believe" I heard a melodious voice slip out of those full lips. Then it all went black. When I gained consciousness, my aching back was pressed against the floor and someone was hovering over me.
"Joseph, get up. Are u alright?" Kevins voice questioned me. I nodded and got up painfully.
"What the hell happened?" he asked me.
"Nothing, just a dream, a horrible one, "I added to myself.
Kevin left me alone after that. We shared a dorm but not a room. I looked at the bureau and Sthe picture.it was there. My mind was no clearer than a labyrinth. Who had been the girl? Did she know where nick was? What was her name? Why did she look meer like a goddess than a human of even a mutant of any sort? She was meer gorgeous than a fairy. What and who was she?
It was obvious I had been dreaming but why? Why such a weird dream? Why this nightmare?
"Your life is a nightmare of soon will be," a voice roved in my mind and I knew it wasnt that girl. It was a boy. The voice was devilish. Evil, cruel, mean that was how it felt. The atmosphere was tight. I needed air. I decided to apparate home, after taking permission, of course. Yeah, my once exuberant home, that was where I was going. It was now inert. My eyes ran over the faded walls and the creaking doors. The hinges were falling apart. Everything was a mess. The situation described my life perfectly; of at least my state of mind. I had a feeling that something bad was imminent, even though I dont know what could be worse than losing your parents.
"Losing yourself,"a voice came again. Not the evil one but the pure one.
"Who are you? Where are you?" I looked around, in hope to see the beautiful creature again but everything was blank.
"I will help you, as long as u promise to let me and be strong," the girl spoke again. I looked down at my hands. Deep down I knew I was weak, not physically perhaps but emotionally yes. I knew I needed help but the right person never seemed to come around.
"When life throws lemons, u make lemonade," the voice said.
"What if life gets thrown on you? Then what do u do?" I zei dolefully.
"You throw it right back. Please Joe, u need this, please let me help, they want me to help you," the girl was pleading now.
"They?" I asked.
