I wanted to cry I wanted to scream.

I can’t do this.

No, no, no.

David? David?

What are you talking about?

Someone-

I can’t-

No!

Suddenly, cold hands shook me waking me up from my ‘dream.’

“David! Th-“

“David?”

He looked at me, cold eyes staring back at me.

“David?”

“This is a dream. Everything.”

“What are you talking about- David?”

Before I knew it. A knife was to my throat. This wasn’t a dream. This was real life, scary shit.

“David! You physcho!”

“DAVID!!”

“Youre not dreaming Tiffany.”

“I-“

“I’ve never met anyone like you before!!”

“You should be grateful for that.”

I coughed sitting up as I woke up.