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drawing madness

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Nightmares are everywhere and choices mean everything. one person is about to realize that today. body's changing, minds twisting ever drawing madness.

Chapter 1wake up

The hand creeping closer with the black substances dripping off of it. Screams echoed throughout the void. I try to stand but I seem to have forgotten how. I look up horrified paralyzed with fear. I close my eyes as I feel the hand touch my forehead. When I open my eyes again I am laying in my bed sweat dripping down my face. This nightmare has been haunting me for years. I touch my forehead I feel something sticky I scream. my mom rushed in and asked what was wrong. I told here that the black stuff from my dream is on my forehead. she told me she couldn't see anything on my forehead then she told me to take my medication and head to school. So I did what she said. When I was heading out I realized I forgot my car keys. As I was reaching for them I realized my hand felt funny. I chalked it up to paranoia and grabbed the keys. I ran out the front door. Hopped into my car and sat there for a second. I looked at my hand it. looked funny it seemed like the skin was darker but that could have been because I was in the sun. I put the keys into the car and drove towards the school. On the way there I almost crashed the car my hand felt like it was melting. It quickly went away I regained control over the steering wheel.

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