In these three chapters I'm going to try something different so I'm going to go first person.
Inside my dream...
"I can't see anything in this pitch black space." I said as I began looking around for a solution, "You won't get beaten down so easily by a person that is insecure about others judging him?" Asked a voice that appeared to know what he was talking about which frightened me a little, "where are you and who are you talking about?" I ask the darkness as I begin to walk towards where I presume the voice is coming from. "Hm you know very well who I am talking about really don't you" asked the voice that oddly sounded honest "not really...who are you again?" I asked causiously looking around for a figure "funny you should ask that because..." The voice said before revealing "I'm you,Josh." Said the voice"yeah I'm you except for older and WAY more mature then you" said the taller version of me exept for the fact he looked cooler maybe a bit cooler then me because of all those scars that he had on his body. So I decided to break the silence "so how did you get these scars?" I asked pointing a paw at the ones on his legs "I would tell you but you need to wake up now" he said and before I could even ask why the world began to swirl and I began to feel ill again reminding me of what had happened during the start of school. I began to feel nauseous because of all the blood that was drained out of me due to my exeptional display of awesomeness, I let out a grunt because of how much pain I was in when I tried to sit up from my proned position on the cream white bed "so, you are finally awake Josh and by the way you lost ALOT of blood." said Patric with a concirned look on his face "how much blood we on about like a boat full or just a scratch?" I asked growing anxious because of the growth of concern "well if you class not being able to walk right until the berrys ware off then I guess you are fine." Said Patric with a small smile before he continued his scentence "the plus side of this is because of whoever attacked you attacked you bit down so hard on your ankle it's fractured so you won't have to do P.P.E for a while" said Patric while tilting his head "which reminds me who even attacked you?" Asked Patric who curled up into a ball-like position so his head was still facing me "oh, it was just Tyrone again you know him act like a total douchebag to everyone who is lower down the food chain then you." I replied as I reached across my white bed to get some black, new looking crutches "so, I'm going to need these aren't I?" I questioned raising them into his face displaying them in front of him "well of course, Josh take them then return to me in a couple of days." Said Patric giving me a smile and escorting me out the door andyp before I could even thank him for his generocity he closed the door in my face so I decided to back to lesson but meanwhile Patric was up to something sinister "so he has been attacked by Tyrone again has he interesting" Patric muttered while pressing a odd stone in the white painted stone wall which caused the wall to tear apart giving away a small gap of space for the Umbreon to fit inside and after he reached the last stair he looked at a statue made of gold and looked exactly like Josh exept for he had badass armour with spiked shoulder pads "I wonder if soon the King will rise again and be reborn like a phenix" said Patric as he glanced at the sword at the end of the hallway that was clearly given away by the red carpet leading directly towards its display...