End of the Line

"HAAAAAAAAAAAAA" Shouting loud i woke up.

The sun rays were seeping the the curtain holes shining on to my face. Looking around , i was on my bed , in my room.

Sighing i got up from my bed and went to wash my face. Cold water hitting my face, i tried to recall what happened before.

I was having this strange, dream recently. But...it was..it felt way too real. Like a vision...

It was like lived a completely different life in it. Not one or two times, But countless times.

Most of it were really the same.The same chaotic world.

An attack of aliens in NYC. Superheros...avengers....

It would not happen soon..but i could perfectly recall all those memories.

But each time since i knew what would happen afterwords i chose another path.

But still, in the end it all ended in the same thing...

All those people....i saw all of those people turn into dust, like they never existed.

There was no one to save us. No avengers.....spiderman....no one.

And finally my hand would start to dust too.....

And then.....i wakes up.

Was that really a dream...?Or real.

Its like i wakes up the same day every time.....Like i traveled back in time.

And I know whats going to happen today.

Its my 10th birthday.

Mom.....and Dad would say they have to go immediately since something came up at work...and...they would... die.