DreamsMaybe we like dreams because no matter what happens, we'll always wake up, but what would happen if our dreams were reality? If things happened how they do while you slept in the dead of night. This isn't some fantasy story about how everyone's dreams came true and they overcame everything bad and everyone lived happily ever after. This is about me personally. How my life slipped away and into my dreams, and how I gradually slipped out of this reality. It might sound like a bad thing, I don't know maybe it is, but when you don't have anything left to live for then it doesn't seem anywhere near as bad as living all alone.
It began on a dreary day walking home to my once welcoming house. In the past few weeks it had become a battlefield, full of heated arguments between my mum and dad, and when he felt like joining in, my older brother. I couldn't honestly tell you what these disagreements where about; they all blended into each other. They began about me but slowly changed when my mum s
Random writing.I was 14 at the time. He was 15. He had light brown hair that swept slightly to the side and piercing blue eyes that changed colour with his mood. When he was angry or sad they switched to a light grey colour that matched the sadness that swept across him whenever this happened. Any other time they mostly remained the bright blue colour that I gazed into so often. He was taller than me, and would wrap his arms around me so tight that I never wanted him to let go. He smiled one too many times, but this was something I loved about him. His smile was perfect. Completely symmetrical on either side of his face and it was impossible not to smile back, as I always did. To me he was that boy I had always dreamed about. The one that loved you more than anyone else could possibly comprehend, and yet you never understood why. Never understood why he took you by the hand, or kissed you silently and suddenly, while a feeling of love and passion washed through you. And never understood wh