-DREAM -

We were 8 years old again, in the deserted playground. Seth was chasing me, running after me. to..hurt me? I was scared. More then scared. Terrified. He was a monster, doing this to me. I felt like nothing. Just dirt off of his shoe. A unsignificant spec of dust.
He was laughing a cruel laugh, Laughing at the tears streaming accross my face. I was running as fast as my chubby little legs could carry me. Running... Running. And yet it wasn't enough. He was gaining.. he was right behind me now. just about a metre away. For a second, i thought i was going to lose. He was going to get me, and i would just have to bear a beating... The lone tears dribbling down my cheeks turned into gut-wrenching sobs. I just couldn't bare it. Seth had never hit me.. Only verbal abuse.. But if the verbal abuse sent me to the phyciatrist, where would the physical abuse send me? The hospital? ..The ..cemetary? I shuddered at the disturbing thought.

Suddenly, the scene changed. We were in the woods, and at our current age. We speeded up to lightning speed. No, faster then that! It was as if we had been fast-forwarded to 10000000000000 percent. At first, i could barely see anything.. just earthy brown and murky greens flooding past me. and then, as if by magic, i could see everything clearly. Every spec of dust, every spectrum of light, everything. It felt amazing. I could smell ... Dog. I knew it should smell REVOLTING, but it didn't. It smelt earthy, musky, and suprisingly... breathtaking. And I had literally lost my breath. yet... i didn't need it. I didn't need oxygen. I felt free.
A few seconds later, i was plunged out of my body, to see myself, literally glistening in the sun peeking through the treetops. I was once emerald grean eyes had turned to a shimmering liquid gold. My pink-rose cheeks were now a marble white. I was so fast, so graceful, and soon i was losing Seth. He culdn't keep up the pace.
Seth looked .. Angry? Worried? but not at me. It didn't look like he was trying to hurt me, and yet i felt like he should have been trying to. I felt like the monster. Like i was the ...the thing with the potential to hurt and not care. Despite me being at a superior speed, I felt terrified, absolutely terrified that Seth would catch me. but the beautiful girl, the breathtaking version of myself, didn't have any fear on her face. Infact, the beautiful version of me was laughing: Laughing at the attempt of Seth trying to catch me. God i wish i had the stregnth to just laugh at him now! to just ignore him, to not feel the agonizing pain of the harsh words he said years ago. to just deflect the damage and hurt flowing from inside.. Lost in my thoughts, what I didn't see was 2 pale people, the colour of striking white snow. I estimated they were around about 14 or 15. They were staring atr me with blood red eyes, willing me to go with them. I could smell... blood? I felt thirsty. really INCREDIBALLY thirsty. But not for lemonade. No. Something... Something else. A lump rose in my throat.. burning.. I could now smell a sweet smell, but it wasn't the good kind. a horrible sickenly sweet smell. now THAT smelt revolting! I wrinkled my nose in disgust.

Almost hypnotised by their stare, i walked slowly and tentatively towards I looked back at Seth, who was looking at me with scared, longing, devestated eyes.. I felt bad . I felt a connection towards him. HOW? the steriod bully had practically drove me into depression! and yet.. that factor was slowly but surely fading away.
As i got closer to the disgusting sickly sweet smell, I saw corpses. they were HORRIBLY disfigured. "What the..?" i I got closer, I discovered something i wished i hadn't.
I saw my own mum and dad, blood drained from their bodies, laying crooked behind the pale people.. Their last, despair filled expression still on their faces. Oh lord! Both me AND the beautiful version of myself let out blood-curdling crys. I felt sick. Completely and utterly sick. It was more sickenly then the smell! I bared my teeth and growled. The pale people laughed. My thirst was gone now. I felt nothing but pain. pain and anger. like a firey fist had been plunged through my ice-cold body. As if feeling my pain, I heard snarling behind me... I looked back to see a huge, horse-sized, sandy wolf, with the deep chocolate brown eyes i had feared for so long..
"Seth?"

Katies POV

I woke up screaming, sweat dripping off my was that? Mum and Dad came rushing in, Dad with a baseball bat in his hand. The worry on their faces scared me, knowing that that expression was not half as terrified, as horrified as the one i had used in my dream seconds ago.
"Whats the matter hunny?" Dad asked. they all crowded round me.
" N-nothing... B-b...Bad drea...m.. I..t ... It wa-s soooo... R-real..." I managed to choke out. And what a bad dream it was. The connection I felt with dream-Seth was gone. I couldn't help but compare him to the monsterish wolf. Who is the real monster? the one with the monsterish looks,and yet the one who felt your pain? or the one with the cruel heart? The one who can hurt you without giving it a second thought? I knew the answer. Mum and Dad kissed me on the forehead and gave me tight hugs, before going back to their bedroom.

No one can hurt you katie
He killed you on the inside. your nothing but a hollow shell.
No one can hurt you.
No one. Why?
Because -your already dead.

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