Someone

I wake up, Still scared of what I’ve seen. I am covered in sweat and breathing heavily. This keeps
happening every night and I am still not used to it. Since I lost my parents, I changed a lot, I don’t
know why, I don’t know how, but it happens. when I am awake, I am just a normal girl but when I am
asleep, I am a stranger living in other people’s minds. I see how people get killed, I see how people
die, I see how people suffer, I see how people cry. Every night over and over again, I see how people
die and I see who their soulmate is. It hurts to see those things; it hurts to be like this. I don’t know
the people in my dreams, I don’t know the people’s names, I can only see how it happens. Is it the
past, the present or the future? I don’t know anything.

I look beside me and see that Patrick is still asleep, he came here last night because of a fight with
SpongeBob. He did not want to sleep under his sea stone and decided to visit my house. I was the
closest one by and since we already know each other since primary school, I let him sleep in the bed
next to me. That bed was from my parents, ever since they passed away no one has slept in that bed
anymore. Until today, nobody knows about my dreams and I would like to keep it like that.

I can’t go to sleep; I am scared to sleep. The last weeks my dreams have gotten worse and worse. I
think about my parents again, about how I could have saved them, as quick as I thought about it, I
hide these thoughts away again. I look around my room, I see my desk, my chair and my closet. I see
my mirror and I see my curtains where a peek of light is peeking through. It gives me a comfortable
feeling, like there is a little bit of hope that things will get better. I feel that I am getting tired and
close my eyes. I slowly fade away.

I scream. Patrick wakes up and runs towards me. “What is wrong, what is going on?” he asks. I can’t
believe what I just saw, can’t describe how I feel. I can’t bring out a word. I can’t think properly. My
mouth opens and closes again. Patrick gives me some water. After a few minutes I can understand
what happened.

I had a dream; I was in a strange unknown city. I saw unknown people, they were standing in a circle
all looking at the wet ground, I saw that it just stopped raining. I ran closer to the people, having a
strange but strong feeling that I had to be there. Once I could finally see the people properly, I saw
that I didn’t know any of them. I went even closer, curious where they were staring at. It was a boy. I
bounced back, scared. He was covered in blood. His skin white as snow, just laying there. He looked
scared and was breathing heavily. I feel pain, suddenly I want to run away but I know that it isn’t the
right thing to do. I need to be brave. I feel something, something strong growing inside of me. It is a
feeling of powerlessness. I feel weak. Then I see how my heart is lighting up, his does too. But this
can’t be…… It is impossible. I know that when this happens in my other dreams, the people found
their soulmate. But this would mean that………...he is my soulmate, but that can’t be. I’m in a strange
city in a strange time. I feel like I am a stranger in my own body. I do not know what to do. I want to
scream but my mouth is glued together. I can’t bring out a thing. I am feeling scared again. I am stuck
in my own dream….

I am running. Holding is arm. He is sliding over the wet, cold ground. He isn’t moving at all, but I can
see his chest moving. He is still alive. He is still breathing. I see that he is struggling. I want to tell him
that it’s going to be ok. That we are going to be ok. But I am not sure. I don’t want to lie.
I feel that my feet are getting tired. They hurt and I feel like I am gone fall. I decide to sit down on the
grass. It looks grey, as if all the colors have disappeared. I am trapped. The grass feels wet. Cold
water is soaking through my clothes. I want to stand up, but I am simply too tired. I look beside me
and see the boy laying in the grass. I see that his chest is moving slowly. Too slowly and than it
stops……... I give up. Mom, dad, I’m coming.

I feel that I am slowly fading away again. I don’t know where I am going but I know deep inside me
that it is going to be a better place.