Chapter One
Dreaming With A Broken Heart
My dreams were unpredictable, at best.
A tangle of colors, emotions, and shapes that flew in and out of my vision. Almost never did they mean anything. Mostly I just forgot about them before I even woke out of the haze
On occasion a story would form out of the confusion. One that held significance or maybe a message from my subconscious telling me to do something.
But I never had one as I had now—never one so real. So disturbing.
I ran. The kind of run that wasn't easy or fun. It was hard and merciless. The strange city flew past me in a shattered blur. The sick, twisted faces of the deformed beings leered at me.
I had the strangest feeling that I was being chased. But I wasn't running away from anything. No, I was running towards something. But I would never make it. On the distant horizon I saw the sun break over the skyline in a blaze of orange glow and I knew I was too late.
With I final cry the world grew bright and dazzling then like a light being switched off, black again.
