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It always started with a vibrant color red slowly fading into the background, like a backdrop of evil setting the scene. Around the edges and into the corners of my vision were black shadows, the darkest I had ever seen. I entered from the left, terrified beyond measure, yet determined to get what I came for; my grandparents’ release from Hell, from the bondage of Satan himself. Nana and Papo, my paternal grandparents, would enter from the right, distraught, resigned, yet, a bit hopeful. I ran to them, hugging and kissing them. I can still feel the way my grandfather’s solid middle felt against my skinny, half-grown arms. And then there was Satan. His voice boomed over us like thunder. My heart seized with panic and sank like a rock within me as terror washed over me like an ocean’s wave. For just a moment, the three of us huddled together, Nana, Papo and me. Then, after what felt like an eternity of being frozen in fear but seconds of being comforted by the warmth of their bodies, of their love, my voice found me. I freed myself from the entanglement of their arms and knew I had to do this on my own. I demanded their freedom. I asked that they be able to return with me to my home. While I do not remember the words that roared from the scoffing voice overhead, I remember that my request was denied. Nana and Papo had to stay in Hell. There was no question about it. Then, they turned and exited back from whence they had come, resigned, saddened but willing. I screamed. I screamed their names. I screamed in protest. I screamed because of the injustice. They did not belong there. They knew Jesus. And yet, it had not been enough. In that moment, He had not been enough. That’s when I would awake in a panic, crying, hardly able to breathe. Yet another thing was out of my control. Yet another injustice was being committed and I could do nothing. My voice was not being heard. My stomach was churning as was my heart.

There was a massacre at a local beach over night. The Killing was of 50 men and women, on separate sides of the beach. They were dressed in red pants and no shirts, but the women had red training bras on, well most. This was shown on the news as they examine the people most had lacerations and some had body parts missing. About half of both the men and women were dead and cut up into pieces. The beach was covered in blood and the water was pitch black, most of the blood already draining into it. After watching the news, the, almost what seems to look like a small town, everyone was in hysterics. At a high school, all students sat in the gym with three girls at the vary front, where two men stood with an old television in between them, while one held a tape. The three girls on my dream are obviously based off myself, and two of my friends. The men started to talk about the massacre and then put the tape in. Sowing the evidence to the school of what it looked like there how all the people looked. Small details like; some had chains attached to there hands and legs, some looked mutated with bulging eyes or a large bulge in the stomach, even foaming at the mouth. After the brief presentation, the one attractive man at the front came to speak to the girls at the front. He asked if any family was part of this, if we knew anyone involved, and if we are okay(mentally). He then proceeded to flirt with the young women in the middle(based off myself) and ask for her number. She, as a fool, gave him her number and then the rest of the school including them selfs went on with a long day of school and grieving. After school/collage the main character went home with a friend and then came in the man from this morning(now he must only be in his twenties, while the girl is just turning nineteen) he asked if she wanted a ride home. Once again proving dumb, she said yes. They got home and her friend left and the girl asked the man inside, he didn't hesitate in saying yes to her. After a few minuets of chatting and flirting, they started heavenly kiss. This is when she noticed he had a knife, and felt in danger. He gave her a sly smile. She continued to kiss and feel him up for anything else on him. That's when he pulled away. He now had the knife fully out in the open. She tried to ignore it and pretend she was only looking in his eyes(her eyes are a very dark brown) which worked. She started to play around with him in order to try and plan a way out. They started another heated make out session as she pulled his shirt off, he pushed her down on the couch and asked for something that helped her think up her plan. Right then she got up said come on I'm not doing it here. And walked to her room letting him go first, right then as he walked past her something stabbed her had and it wasn't his knife, it was too small and slender. She then proceeded to fallow him to her room and walked in, closing the door to continue looking natural. He saw her art kit and asked if he could check it out quickly, as he did she ran out of the room locking him in and running out the door. She started to feel a haze come over her as she hid behind her neighbours boat in their driveway. The haze took over and she passed out. End of dream.

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