I Know I'll Go Crazy If I Don't Go Crazy Tonight!

Soo I went to a wedding today.. they had a ferris wheel at their reception.. very fun. I'm still kind of dizzy though ehh.

Anyways I wrote this thing like a month ago when I was bored driving in the car.. It's kind of dark-ish and not really well written, but I thought I'd post it anyways just cause.. So let me know if you think it's horrible and all that ahha..

I was walking down the stairs the other day, when I must have missed a step or something because I started falling. But I kept on falling.. and falling.. and falling.. I closed my eyes willing the sick feeling in my stomach to go away.  When I opened my eyes I was in a corn field, the sun was beating down on me, scorching my shoulders and face.  It was when I was looking for shade that I saw them.  Two men, both very young, back to back.  They took five steps away from each other and turned around.  That was when I noticed what they were holding.. guns!  I suddenly knew that they were going to kill each other, I tried to move forward, do something.  But I couldn’t move, I was going to have to stand there and watch them die.  They were pointing the guns at each other, in seconds both would be lying on the ground dead, I didn’t want to see this. All of a sudden, they turned and pointed their weapons at me.  Now I was going to die.. Why had I wasted my life on school and wishing on airplanes?  There was a ‘BANG’ and I was flying away.  Is this what dying feels like?  I wondered.  Then, I was on top of a bridge, the wind was blowing so hard I had to hold on to the rails so I wouldn’t fly away.  I looked over the edge, the view swimming below me.  Suddenly, I felt cold, icy hands on my back.  I was about to turn and say, ‘careful you might push me over the edge!’ when the mysterious someone flung me over the rails.  As I was falling, I felt strangely calm.  I looked to my right and saw the rainbows flirting with the clouds.  I looked to the left and saw the moon serenading the sun.  Still, I was falling.  I looked down to see how long I had left and found myself face to teeth with a shark.  Dried blood and fish guts.  Ew?  And then a tsunami of fear crashed right on top of me.  I was going to die, I was really going to die.  I brought my arms instinctively up to shield my face, I clenched my teeth and waited.. and waited.. and waited.. But I didn’t feel any pain.  I took my arms away and opened my eyes.  I was standing in the middle of a dark, cold street in London.  I recognized the place, and realized I was close to home.  Looking down, I noticed I was holding an umbrella.  I looked up at the sky and that’s when I felt it, the rain.  I love the smell of rain, so I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.  But instead of the sweet, musty smell I was familiar to, a tangy, acrid smell hit my nose.  Blood?  It was raining blood.  I opened the umbrella and ran.  I ran past the cozy tea and cake shop.  I ran past Sally Benson eating dinner with her family.  And then I was home.  I threw down the umbrella, and ran up the steps, twisting the door knob frantically.  Somehow, I knew it was going to be locked before I got there.  I cried out and screamed and banged against the door.  But no one answered.  Blood was running down my face, now.  I didn’t want to be here.  Then I was screaming at no one in particular. ‘I hate you, I hate you!’ I did not want to be here.  I fell to the ground, sobbing.  Get me out of here.  And then I was sinking into the ground.  Sinking. Sinking. Blackness. Dark.

Then I opened my eyes.  I was lying on my bed.  It had all been a dream.  But I knew it had been more than that.

The End

I call it More Than a Dream.

don't really know what inspired it, but yyeah..


Erica Rachel