No Dreamer 2.


It's red. It pours from me. I look down and see a flash of rouge before my lights go out. All I see is black. My two favourite colours.

How did I get here again? Why am I doing this?

I slowly come to.

My mum's face jumps out at me. Her expressions are varied. She wonders why I am doing this to myself. I don't know either.

Then she disappears. 

This is why I do it. To see her. I miss her blonde hair, her smell of flowers and trees. She won't come back.

She's dead.

The End

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