Dead Dreams :: Lashton

What do you dream about? Meeting your idol? Maybe your perfect family? But what if all you could dream about was people dying?

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Ashton was the only one who talked to me and on that day I didn't feel so lonely anymore; I didn't feel meaningless and worthless. He didn't call me a freak or a druggie, he just talked to me like I was his friend.

He was probably just pitying me though because I don't have any friends or someone to talk to.

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Nightfall had came round, the one think I dreaded the most. I knew I needed just a little sleep so as my head hit the white fluffy pillow I was out.

A girl around 15 years old was walking alone in a sketchy looking neighbourhood, her chocolate brown eyes searching for any movements. She seemed scared and nervous.

A man maybe in his twenties started walking to her which she noticed and tried to act like she didn't.

"Hey there, sweetie, are you lost?" He asked, looking down at her shaking cold body.

She shook her head. "J-just wanted to walk." The young girl mumbled quietly trying to get past him but he grabbed her shoulders.

"You shouldn't walk alone at night, you never know what's going to get you." He whispered and covered her mouth quickly as he picked her up. Her eyes widened and she tried to kick and flap her arms around to get him to let her go, but he didn't.

She was hopeless; no one was around to save her. The man watched with a raised eyebrow before he dragged her into his house. She never left.

I woke up, gasping for breath. I felt a sickening feeling in my gut knowing that someone as young as 15 was going to meet that terrible fate.

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