There was thunder in the ground. Violent winds roared and whipped around me. A storm was raging, lightning struck, thunder rolled, and light flared before my eyes.
"Mommy!" my small voice wailed out.
I was running, frantically. Everywhere I looked, there were giants, towering over me. Rain drenched me, it was cold.
"Mommy!" I screamed.
I could barely make out images of people. There were screams and shrieks.
"Max! Max!" I heard someone say.
"MAX!"
I was jolted awake. I looked out the window of the car and saw trees and pastures. Wyoming. Why were we here do you ask? Well, as far as I could tell, my dad had been transferred here for work. I searched the car, saw my mother and father, and leaned my head back against my seat.
"Was it the nightmare again?" my mom asked.
"Yeah," I said hoarsely, "Again."
For as long as I could remember, I had had the same nightmare time and time again. At times, the details would be vague; sometimes I would come so close to recognizing the voice calling out to me, only to have it slip away into the darkness once more.
I saw my parents look at each other anxiously. I knew they thought I was insane. They were probably taking me to some kind of institution. You see, my parents had packed small duffle bags, but they made me take half my closet with me. I guess I secretly knew what was going to happen. Somewhere in the back of my mind I always knew.
This is my story. Of how I was alone, and didn't know it. And how I found my place in life, and my best friend.