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He always had that dream. The dream haunted his nights for as long as he could remember. The car crash, the funeral, the fight and the girl sitting on earth in between heaven and hell. So this night would be no different from the others and this morning as well.
The radio alarm clock went off like every school morning in the house of a teenage boy named Hiero. He reached over and switched the alarm to the radio. The alarm wasn’t really the reason he woke up it was the dream.
‘That damn dream again. I hate it!’ Hiero thought as he climbed out of bed and walked into his bathroom, ‘and the worst part of it is seeing those eyes before I wake up. Those cold, emotionless eyes, that just seem to be begging to die.’
 Uryu · Sun Sep 26, 2004 @ 11:58pm · 1 Comments |
