Nightmares

"Boom!" A loud thump on the ground echoed throughout the entire forest.

She shot straight up, terrified.

She shook, scared straight.

"What is that?" She mumbled as multiple of those sounds repeated.

Soon it multiplied, got faster, and the volume traveled in every direction.

She scraped the grass as she shifted to her feet, sprinting almost in mid-air, terrified for her life.

She panted for life, running as if someone or something were chasing her.

Soon there were no longer just loud 'booms' there were screams and cries.

She had been too fast for her tears to catch her face and stay drenched on her face.

"Stop, stop, stop!" She cried out, and suddenly tripped and hit her ankle on a branch.

She started to cry, hugging her knees.

"What is this? What did I do!?" She cried out to the air.

Tears dripped from her face to the glossy grass.

It started to snow as she looked up from her knees.

She felt confused, it felt different. The noises faded away, and she looked up at the snow swiftly floating down on her head.

She woke up, remembering the echoes of noises, repeating in her head.

"It was a dream? Why though? Why make me dream of something so terrifying?" She muttered in shock, questioning her recent dream.

She looked down at her ankle, noticing a small scratch as if she had hurt her ankle in real life. Her eyes widened in shock.

She tensed up a bit, scared if something was about to happen.

She bit her lip, noticing the air get a bit colder and friskier.

Her hands felt frozen, tense, and shakey.

"Why does it feel so cold, it is usually like a fantasy, it's always warm..?" She pressed her hands together, repeatedly moving them together for warmth.

Suddenly she felt tiny little flakes floating down, her mouth dropped in shock. "Everything that happened in my dream.. Happened in real life..?" She raised a brow in confusion and concern.

The snow glistened, each snowflake was beautiful in its own way. Each snowflake showed beauty as if it was made of perfection and glamour.

"How come everything here is perfect?" She wondered, suddenly remembering her nightmare. "I wonder if it was a warning? Like, something bad's going to happen?" She thought, in curiosity.

She looked once more at her feet, rigid and dirty. Her ankle looked like it hurt somewhat so without thinking she slowly reached for her foot, placing her entire hand on her foot, sliding her hand onto her ankle where her medium-sized cut was.

She felt nothing, she raised her eyebrows in confusion. "When I tripped in my dream, it hurt so bad.." She thought, wondering why it didn't hurt.

She removed her hand away from her ankle and almost jumped into the air by accident. She looked at her ankle then shook her head in denial and disbelief.

"Impossible." Her voice shriveled in broken vocals.

Her entire body felt cold, starting shaking in shock.

Disbelief, shock, crumbling mindset, it all flew through her body.

"How is it gone?" She stuttered, looking at thin-air.

Her cut was now not to be seen on her ankle, it was gone.

It wasn't faded or slightly gone, it was 'gone'. Completely gone, no scratch.

She looked around, having a sensation that someone was nearby.

She started to hear a fatal rustle in bushes nearby and she flinched.

"Who's there!?" She flinched, shaking nervously not knowing what to do.

The bushes rustled quicker, repeatedly.