Hello everyone! I haven't updated very much, sorry. Everyone has been waiting on me, sorry again. I want to make our lovely reviewers happy, but I have been too lazy to write it in wordpad. So I am using google docs! Also, the other author screwed me over saying that Icying was gone for two days, not one. So this might be better to understand if you reread the end of the other chapter I wrote. Yay! Anyways, on with the story.
yoshiboshi123 POV
Today is such a boring day. There is nothing to do since I did everything yesterday. I try to think of something to do really hard. The first thing that came to my mind was to mine. I thought about doing that for a second, then said "forget about it. You can't do that." I knew this because of two reasons. One, I couldn't break the stone well with my left arm because of my right arm was broken. And two, I couldn't run away from monsters because of my broken leg. Ugh, I get really frustrated because of all this thinking. "WHY ISN'T THERE ANYTHING TO DO?! STUPID BROKEN ARM AND LEG." I yell to myself. I yell quite loudly because the animals around my house ran away and even my cat jumped.
I think even harder. Why can't I think of anything? This frustrated me so much. Then it hit me, literally, I was hit in the head with the dang wood that was above my bed. It was dangling for a while but I was too lazy to fix it. I regret that decision now. I started to feel dizzy after a few seconds, then I fainted.
Then I wake up in someone else's house. "Where am I? This isn't my house. Did someone kidnap me? And why am I here?" So many questions and so little answers. I had seemed to be dressed in different clothes as well. I was apparently a completely different person. I had a brown robe on, had dark skin, and green eyes. I don't remember wearing this or even having this outfit. I then hear this terrifying screaming. I jump because it had startled me. I walk out the door to see what was happening. What was happening was pure terror. There were screaming villagers everywhere, running from something. I decide to go back into my house, thinking it was safe. It wasn't. I saw an enderman in the house. Now I know where I am. I am in that village that was in my dreams. I am one of those villagers who died. Did I take his body or something? Or am I just in his point of view? I try to turn my head away from the enderman and start running, but I can't. I really was in the point of view of one of the villagers. The enderman picked up the bed and was about to hit me with it until I teleported somewhere else.
I teleported into the mine. I had a yellow construction hat on, a short sleeve plaid shirt, and jeans. I have in my hand a pick and in my bag a shovel and some torches. I guess that I was a miner, which suit me perfectly. I heard more screams and this, again, made me jump. This screaming was even more terrifying. It was blood-curdling. I went upstairs to see what was happening, but I soon regretted it. People were being bitten by other people. I try to move back where I was but I can't move. I guess I am another point of view. I walk forward a little until I hear someone. It was the person's friend.
"WATCH OUT TOM!"
I look down to see a zombie. This wasn't any zombie though, it was a woman zombie. I hear myself say,"R-R-RACHEL?!" The zombie moans and walks toward me. I was guessing this zombie was this person's wife. I thought this because this man wasn't fighting back. I walk back to hit the wall behind me. The zombie was coming closer and closer. Soon she was breathing on my neck. Then, I saw her open her mouth next to me until I was teleported again.
I was back in my bed, but I wasn't sweating. This confused me because whenever I woke up from a bad dream, I would be sweating. I hear Icying scream "YOSHIIII YOSHIIIII! HEELLLPPP!" I look out my window to see Icying being chased by at least five creepers. I could see she took quite a beating. I run outside, taking my sword, and go in front of her. I yell for her to go inside my house where it was safe. I see the creepers blow up. The blast launched me off against the house. I felt as if I were paralyzed, but I could still get up. My movement was limited, but I know I could still fight. Icying was my best friend, and I am not going to let her get hurt. After I slay all the creepers, I see an army of seven zombies. I slay them too, but I now have a lot of bruises and cuts. I look back at Icying in the house to see if she was ok. She was ok, but she was jsut staring. Staring outside at something behind me. I turn around to see what was behind me but I was met by an arrow to my chest. I fall to my knees as another arrow hits me in the back. I look at Icying in my house. I see that she was about to open the door. I yell
"STAY IN THE HOUSE! DON'T COME OUT HERE. FORGET ABOUT ME. IT'S TOO DANGEROUS FOR YOU TO COME OUT HERE."
I see her now. She was crying. She obeyed my command, but she knew what was going to happen to me. I knew too. I lay on the floor now, bleeding. I see a skeleton above me. He was aiming an arrow at me. I closed my eyes and hear a shot. I open my eyes again, but I am in my bed.
That was all a dream? I was sweating and breathing heavily. I sit up, but lay back down because I felt sick. I took my own temperature. It seemed like I had a fever. I laid in my bed and opened up my window. I didn't want to fall asleep and have THAT dream again. I felt my eyes getting heavy. I know that Icying is coming back today, I just know. I sit up, feeling like I am about to throw up. I walk as fast as I can to the bathroom. I throw up in the toilet. I just sit on the floor for a while. I get up again, my stomach was killing me. I go downstairs to get lunch. I simply eat some fruits and carrots and walk up to my room again. I sat in my room, feeling super bored. I get out a book and quill. I always hated writing. It wasn't my thing, but I did it anyway. I wrote
Dear Journal
I had THAT dream again. I really don't want to have it again. This time was worse though. I was in the points of view of the people who were killed. And also, I died protecting Icying. I felt satisfied protecting her though.
Writing was definitely not my cliche. I only wrote THAT much. I bet Icying had more stuff in her book rather than mine. I start writing a little bit more about the dreams. While writing I fell asleep. I don't have those dreams this time. I wake up hearing the sound of a door breaking down. I shoot up, listening. I then hear stomping up the stairs. I felt terrified. Who was that? Is he or she going to come and kill me? Panicking, I get my sword out from the side of my bed, ready to fight.
Yay! A kind of longer story! :) I actually enjoyed this. This actually was also supposed to be shorter than this but I decided for it to be longer. I haven't updated for a while too so...yeah. Also, check out our new facebook page for all you fans. If you don't care, then I honestly don't care either IcyoshiFans?ref=hl