• Everytime i have the dream i feel it as if it is real. I feel the rough bark under my hands, The cold dead breeze, The iced dow covered ground under my boots. I hear the screams, i run. I run faster and faster away farther and farther. Nothing helps, i dont go i dont move. I am frozen. I am dead.
    I wake with a fright. breathing roughly eyes ad wide as the moon. I try to remember when i got to bed, because last I rememer was me sitting with katie and shelley drinking a cocktail. i shake my head in frusation of myself. Amber nothing is real. nothing will happen dont believe it.
    i sit up and quickly dress. i run down stairs, to grab my car keys when.. BANG! i tunr my head swiftly fast enough to see a shadowy figure run by. i decide to follow it.
    As i walk out the back door, everything changes. The Dream. I look at the ground, at the iced dow grass, i look at the sky, the pitch balkc sky. I look infront of me, At the broken willow tree. I step slowly towards it. my breath stuck in my throat. I hear the scream. my head jets back and forth. i was about to run, but whne i turn i see a black leather jacket. i look up to see a pale white face, with red glowing eyes, and a wicked smile with sharp white teeth.
    "Shadow."Iwisper.