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im running, running for my life, running for the love of my live, this is a dream, its hard to see, its hard not to feel. I feel like crying, i feel like throwing up, its late. im in an old abonded coffee shop. I used to go there a lot, lately too many murders has been made in there. its scares the hell out of me. they are catching up, of course they are no humans, could humans fly? heck no. the blonde is laughing, the brunette is smiling. the way you could see her eyes, made you u believe this is the funniest joke in america, too bad im about to die. they got me, im trying to get away, girl who i suppost is the leader began singing in a lenguage i didnt know. s**t. my body starts to burn, then i see blood all over and Kouru standing in front of me, looking dead with wide eyes open. i began to scream and yell he´s name, at the same time i cry.
i wake up, soked in sweat again.
im a shikenshit.
i couldnt call Kouru, its always the same, but this dream was not the same, it was more like a part of whats coming next.
i stand up from the bed, cant eat, cant sleep.
what do i do? read.
i sigh. ¨my life sucks... i think i should stop watching too much tv¨
suddenly i got a text... leaving without breathing... it read:
YOUR NEXT!
again, i was thinking, im a chikenshit, a dead shikenshit.