Heyyyy its been some time since I updated so here is the third chapter hope you injoy. If you have questions go ahead and ask please review good or bad I want to read them.
That night when rose went to bed the dream was different, the eco of footsteps started towards her. She saw death walk up to her. He told her that with every death she had it her dream she would slowly die in the real world. Then she fell into darkness.
Rose felt weak the next morning when she woke up. She felt drained and out of it. When she sat up the world started to spin. Rose skipped work to try and find a way out of this mess. Rose couldn't stand the thought of her life ending when she has barely had a chance to live it. There is so much she wanted to see and do, but now her time was limited. She has already had two dreams of her death. How many more would it be before she died and how much longer will she suffer?
She sat around the house and waited for the crow. She knew it was coming, the silence was unbearable. Rose stood up and started to pace trying to distract herself. The crow came about an hour later just as she had suspected, this was time she usually made dinner. Another note was in its beak.
"Red as blood, Black as night
Both show your fear and time is running out
How will you spend it?"
-Death
She couldn't help but to start to cry as she read the note. Rose could feel someone watching her and she tried to ignore it, because she knew death was looking over her shoulder. Rose didn't want to die, yet she didn't have much to live for. She had a decision to make; she could accept her death or fight to live.
Rose struggled to stay awake, she had to find things to do around her apartment so she wouldn't be tempted to fall into her bed and sleep for the next eight hours. The house was already clean so that was difficult. It was getting late and rose was running out of ideas, so she sat down to watch TV. She fell asleep, and that started her worst nightmare. She still sat in that empty space with the silence that was suffocating her. There was a different color glow to her skin to symbolize a different way to die, this time it was a greenish blue. She started to hear dripping water as it hit the ground. Then the space around her started to flood. The water continued to rise higher past her waist. The sound of rushing water was all around her, there was no specific place it was coming from.
Rose started to drown and her lungs started to burn. Why hadn't she waked up from her dream? Rose then realized that she died in all her dreams before she woke up, that she had to die in this dream to and this was a slow way to die. Her lungs ached and her vision started to slowly fade in and out. Not only that but the pain in her lungs started to fade as well. Then she woke up, three dreams down and no one knows how many more to go.
Rose got up and was ready for work, she felt weaker than the day before. She wore long sleeves so no one would see the mark on her arm. Rose looked in the mirror and noted how her once tan skin was now a sickly pale. She knew when she walked into work she would be asked questions that she could not answer.
Her boss had tried to get rose to go home that after noon but she had already missed to much work so she stayed. She could see the worried look in her bosses' eyes as she walked out of his office. All the people in the office kept shooting her looks like she was about to commit suicide in the middle of the office. Every five minutes someone would come and ask her if she was okay or if they could get her anything, she wanted to yell at them to leave her alone but she couldn't even find the energy to speak.
Rose went home that night reluctantly. She wished that her day was easier. They made her feel worse than when she went to work. She needed sleep but she was afraid of what would happen if she did sleep. There were so many ways for a person to die and she felt like she was going to live through each and every one of them until she stayed dead. She got home that night feeling dizzy, she ran to the bathroom and through up in the toilet. Rose drank some water, and she started to feel better. She went to bed to lie down and think, she wondered if she should go and talk to a therapist to see if was ok.
But then she thought of what could happen they could think she was crazy and suicidal, then she would end up in a mental institute and end up going crazy for real. Rose really didn't have any close friends or family. She wondered if anyone would miss her. At least with no family her death wouldn't hurt anyone. She probably wouldn't have a funeral. Her body probably wouldn't be found in tell weeks after she died. Rose wondered if her death would be painful or peaceful and if she would come to terms with the death that was coming.
Rose fell asleep on the couch and into the dreams that she was dreading. This dream was slightly different then the last three, her skin was a reddish brown color with specks of silver. She didn't understand what this color would have to do with her death. Then she heard it the sound of heavy footsteps coming towards her and the sound of a motor starting up. She saw a man in a trench coat walking towards her with a chainsaw, again she tried to run and she couldn't move. The man was only inches away from her now. He took the chainsaw and cut into her skin. She was bleeding to death, and before she blacked out she got a better look at the chainsaw, it was old and rusted, now she understood.
My sweet 16 is coming up and I need ideas for some games and songs for my playlist. I'm really into alternative music. No rap at all please help me.
