I
closed my eyes feeling drenched in tiredness, rubbing one of the buttons on my
waist coat. Soon there was just the
residue of sound brushing across my ears.
My mind sunk deeper and deeper leaving everything silenced but my heart
beat. After 10 minutes, there was a gut
wrenching scream and the smell of blood, and now my feet were 2 seconds apart
running past cubicles, and there was no question that the scream came from my
friend Jennifer. I hid in one of the
cubicles under the desk, hugging my feet, silently breathing rapidly hoping no
one, meaning the killer or at least I thought it was a killer, would find me.
All hope left when a pair of feet
appeared by the desk. I could tell that
he knew I was there, because he smelt my fear.
The desk suddenly flipped and crashed into the other cubicles around
it. He said my name, but it was no
longer the voice of the one I loved.
Instead, to me, it was the voice of a killer. The last echo left with the loudest finish
when he said my name. It shook me out of
my sleep and I was with reality again. No wonder it was so strange, I was
dreaming. When I looked up, I saw the
familiarity of a kitchen, then I remember that I was in the lunch room at work,
feeling drenched with tiredness, and I had closed my eyes drifting into deep
sleep. I went downstairs, adrenaline
rushing and my heart pumping, no longer a slave to sleep and tiredness.
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