I was just murdered by my best friend or sister. No mercy, no pity. She simply reached out and pushed, and as I fell I hoped it was an accident, and see her horror-struck. I barely managed to twist back and see her victorious face, shining with pride. The air whistled behind me, and a tear escaped my eye, and parachuted behind, as I fell onto the black, bleak rocks with a gray line of sadness...
I woke suddenly, screaming. That was the second time I had that horrible nightmare. Why does it happen? I have never yet met this person, but she had a sense of familiarity and closeness. I never had heard of any siblings from my parents, and practically friendless at school. The probability of this happening is me learning how to fly. I breathe a sigh of relief, and fall back into dreamland, dreading when the dreams turn to red and black.