Beep Beep Beep Beep

I'm running for my life. If I stop, they'll kill me and everyone I love. I don't know how I keep going but I just run and run and run. I have to keep running. If I stop, I'll never start again. I have to get to my family. They need to run with me, where the hell is my family? I'm turning the corner when my boots feel like concrete. I stop running and can't move again. I see my family through the bushes. I'm hidden fro sight, they can't see me but I see the evil men coming round the house. I'm yelling my loudest but no noise comes out. I'm paralyzed against my will, straining to move but I'm stuck. I can't yell, but I'm heaving my hardest trying to. Suddenly, my vision blurs. I can't see anything unless I'm looking right at it, there's gray borders around my line of sight. It's getting bigger and bigger until all I see is gray static. The same thing is happening to my ears, I'm losing hearing. I barely hear the men catch my family and my gut is wrenching. My heart is pounding out of my chest and I'm on fire, sweating through my clothes. It's so hot, the air is heavy, what is happening?

I wake up to my phone beeping incessantly. It has probably been going off for a while, I hurry to hush it before I hear the bang on the wall announcing that the people in the room next to me are unhappy with my lack of speed. I roll to the other side of the bed.

This is a dream I've had all of my life. I don't know what it says about me, but this nightmare has been reoccuring for as long as I can remember. And though I wake up drenched in sweat and my heart near exploding, I always lie awake and analyze the differences. It's more brown than before, the men are wearing black uniforms, we're in what I think Russia looks like. There's always something.

The sensations are wicked. If magic existed, that kind would be illegal because it's terrifying. Not being able to yell when you're scared is horrifying. Trying to move and being stuck makes you want to die. And losing your senses drives you into a panic so fierce that you don't know how you could bare it for more than a second.

Nine minutes later. Beep beep beep beep. This time it's my text alert. Time to get up for good. I go to class without showering because I slept in, still sweaty from the nightmare. It's an uncomfortable day, with that unpleasant reminder of failing and being scared.