Nozumi Nadine

Posted Tuesday, June 21, 2022

1y

INFP

Scorpio

Unspoken tales

It was midnight and the moon was obscured by a dark cloud; it was quiet and dark; you heard footsteps approaching you. When you notice someone's shadow, you're curious about what's going on. You hear a voice pleading for assistance. when he sees your face, he screams; suddenly, someone from behind slashes his head away from the axe; all the bloodshots are in your face; you become terrified and fall to the ground and shout at the top of your lungs when you see yourself in front of you. Suddenly your phone beeps and your eyes are jolted awake. Your hot, salty head rises from your comfortable pillow in a heart-pounding state of emergency, with a lowered jaw, squinted eyes, and sweaty palms. It suddenly dawns on you after a split second of extreme panic in which your brain races and your adrenaline rushes. It was all just a dream. It was all just a dream. It was all just a dream. When you turn off your phone, which has been beeping nonstop, you notice the time is 4:25 a.m. You slid out of bed with caution. You wash your hands and face in the sink and look in the mirror, thinking the dream has been constantly haunting you. Simultaneously, you observe self-inflicted cuts on your hand and wonder how your life has become so hopeless.