The Dream

The sweat dripped down my face. The knot in my stomach was building becoming too much to handle. I glanced over my shoulder there was nothing there. I slowed down to take a deep breath. Holding my stomach, I vomited all over the grass. I fell to my knees and rolled over. Laying dangerously close to my pile of sick I closed my eyes. Before I could feel relief there were footsteps. Multiple pairs of them running on gravel. I panicked again and quickly rose from the ground. I could feel the muscles in my legs cramping. I took another deep breath and began to run again. I had to get away! If I'm caught, they will burn me!

The scenery blurred as I ran faster...faster. It started to transform. The trees fading and everything becoming black. I heard the voices of a crowd screaming!

"Burn! Burn the Witch!" they yelled in unison.

Suddenly the crowd was visible. I could see their angry faces. They scowled and grimaced. Some smiling some laughing. The trees were faded completely and had morphed into the people. They stood all around me and I tried to twist my head before I realized I was tied down.

I couldn't move my hands or my arms. I could barely move my neck. I was so tired every part of my body hurt. I looked down and saw the piles of wood at my feet.

"No." I whispered. I have been caught!? But how?

"Oh Yes." a male voice said with a hint of humor.

I blinked a couple times the salty liquid dripped in my eyes, and I had no way to wipe it away. I felt the braided rope pinching my wrists.

Then I saw his face. He had short cropped black hair and a large toothy grin on his face. His bright green eyes filled with hate glared into my soul. I knew him. I couldn't figure out how. But I knew him.

I raised my head to the sky and saw the moon. "Please! No. NOOOOO!" I felt the heat from the flames immediately.

"NOOOOO!" I sat up in bed screaming aloud, soaking wet from sweat.