Yoko's girl: I don't own anything!

The Dream
Looking on at the battle.
Everyone is down, or dead.
The sound of laughter fills the air.
And we clench our fist,
wanting to silence the noise.
Shishio's laugh feels like knives.
He notices us,
tells us to run.
We don't run, from him.
It is our fight now.
Every strike we throw,
he dodges.
Every slash he does
weakens us.
'Only the strong live, the weak die!'
I hear all around.
He attacks, I scream I do not hear my sister.
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I find myself in bed.
The sun shining though the window.
'It was a dream, only a dream'
I look at my arm.
Why is it bleeding.why do I hold a sword?