was in my room.
borrowed paint from my dad.
seemed like i was in a hall.
started to work on this blank piece of paper.
suddenly the man starts yelling me.
who told you, you could take my paint.
i asked you!!
continued my work.
he was quiet.
from the corner of my eye i could see..
he took a pillow..
wrapped it around my neck
with full force he yanked at it
felt my windpipe tightening
i somehow got free and ran to the main hall
where my sister lay on the sofa
staring at me..
the end*
Dont worry ppl it was only a dream.
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