Before i forget, this was one of the weirdest dreams.

He was in red, not the usual red, red. but a red so disesteem. piercing my throat. our hands were locked. maybe we were just running away and glued our hands together upon desperation. Of course there were no romantic feelings. i would have smiled if there were any. Total transition. It was not a box, i realised that i was in a coffin. and he put me in it. he was grinning. for a moment i felt like holding him. but he closed my coffin. shutted it tight. i screamed. almost intense enough to pierce a million holes in that coffin. i would have escaped.

.

I thought i'll never wake up. and i admit, it was really scary.

HELEN. she's a bitch. but a KIND one.


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