dream journal entry
fighting always makes every beat of your heart mean that the blood coursing in your veins at that point is for surviving. you’re jolted with fiery excitement; you cannot contain the jitters you get when you decide to step forward and face your threat. Pride induced, I tried to remember all the steps I should have been taking to come out with my face intact. Swinging and missing, I was only as afraid of this moment as i would be taking a test I didn’t quite study for. I tripped over and landed on my back. This guy climbed on top of me punching me twice in the chest, I hit him on his temple and he pulled a knife and dug it in my chest. It hurt so much, it wasn’t even in all the way. at that point i regret the morning i had, it wasn’t good enough for my last day. i thought maybe id still be able to walk away from this. He slowly dug the knife in deeper. i was unlucky, my heart was pierced and blood stopped coursing throughout my body. I couldn’t move. adrenaline filled the surrounding area of my pulped cavity. I could see him stabbing me over and over. I didn’t feel any of it. my eyes rolled up and i stared at the sky wondering what my friends were doing. I was still alive. I desperately started saying my goodbyes hoping that in some way they’d reach you all. there was sudden moment when i noticed i could not use the voice in my head before I couldn’t recognize my existence.
