DollFace

Last night I dreamed, god knows how many dreams. But the one that's stuck in my head is the one where I got shot by a girl. I never knew the pain of a bullet going in through your body could be so painful. Its a piercing pain. All the way through, until it can't move inn any longer. And it just stays stuck in that place.....and here is how it all began.


I was in a room, a very tiny room. There were two doors. But only one way out, and I was staring at it. On my right side of the room, against the wall, there was a concrete bench stuck to it. I was sitting on the floor close by it. And no matter how much I wanted to get out and leave, I couldn't. I was stuck to that floor. Then that's when it all happened. Two men came in with big guns. And they were arguing. At first I didn't know what about because from my view it looked like they didn't know I was there. But then it became clear that they were arguing about me. They wanted to kill me. One man was pointing his gun at me. I still couldn't move. And I don't even know if I did wanted to move. But as a shot was fired. I thought that was it, I'm dead. But I wasn't, because when I opened my eyes there was a man lying dead right in front of me. Then I heard shots being fired. I realized I was able to move. I was trying to hide, to take cover. But there was nowhere to go. Under that concrete bench there was enough room for me to hide and take cover. But no matter how hard I tried to get under there, I couldn't. I realized it got real quiet, and when I looked up there was this tall, overweight, dark skinned woman approaching me, I just sat there, scared to death looking up at this lady. Without thinking twice, she rose the hand that was holding the gun and shot me, just like that. She just stood there, watching me go down and bleed to death. And as she stood there, I knew why she had shot me. I had just witnessed her murder two men. As I laid there faking my death I took the risk to open my eyes and see if she was gone and she was, but so was I. But I hadn't moved. And I didn't, it was still the same room. The difference this time was that my aunt was in the room. She was sleeping on what looked like the concrete bench. As my vision got clearer I realized that it was the concrete bench. She had just put blankets on it to make it cushiony. I woke her up and told her what had happened. I stood up and showed her where I had been shot at. Her eyes went wide at the sight of my bloody white blouse. As she was calling 911 from the corner of my eye I saw movement by the entrance door. I slightly turned, still hiding my wound, but enough to see who was at the door. And when I saw who it was it shocked me more than the fact that I had a bullet penetrating my insides, killing me slowly. I saw Johnny and Aimee standing in my doorway looking at me like if they were lost. Well, at least Johnny was. Aimee was just staring with a blank expression. When I told them that I had been shot, I collapsed to the floor. It took them both a second to process what I had just told them and the fact that I had just collapsed and went unconscious. Both Aimee and Johnny started running towards me but Johnny was faster. He was already kneeling by my side. He had my head on his lap, and his left hand on my wound. He was begging, crying out to me not to dye, not to leave, and that I had to be strong. Aimee was already there kneeling next to him holding my hand. She was also crying. She told me through her tears that she was sorry for everything and not to go. She kept asking if I was going to die, but no one would answer. Johnny kept putting pressure on my wound and crying out encouraging words to me, Aimee kept panicking, and my aunt was now talking to a lady dressed in all black. She was sent there because of a misunderstanding. I believe she was there because she thought someone had died. My aunt had yelled at her that some one got SHOT not died. The lady dressed in all black simply said Oh well then I'll drive her to the hospital. Her car only had two seats the back was just a flat platform...idk who laid me there but when I opened my eyes again I saw Johnny and Aimee kneeling by me. You'd think Id be in so much pain but I wasn't. I had pain but it was really faraway. I felt it, but the pain seemed to be vanishing. The pain was subsiding because I was dying. As I took my last dying breath I snapped back to my body. I woke up. And I was thank full that it was only just a dream. But as I was fading back to sleep, for the first time, a dream unwanted was continuing. I was laying in my grama's living room floor. And next to me was Aimee sitting on my grama's couch, watching me. My cousin was there to but in my grama's kitchen, like always. I asked what had happened, that what was going on. That's when she told me that I had gotten shot and that they all thought I had died. But I had arrived to the hospital just in time. I had surgery, the bullet was taken out, and I got stitches. I lifted my shirt up and looked at what once was taking my life and saw that it was replaced with stitches. I asked her if she was sure if they took out the bullet because I was still in so much pain. She said yes, that my mom was there when they took it out, but that I was supposed to be in pain for a few weeks and that the doctor prescribed me pain killers. I had to take a pill as soon as I woke up and did. When I woke up I was still very confused I didn't know why Aimee had stuck by me, and I kept wondering where Johnny was, and I wasn't going to ask Aimee where he went or what happened to him, and I was not about to put on the BFF ACT just to find out and I did not trust her to begin with. I just wanted to get out of the house, I wanted to go for a walk.. But this pain was excruciating and it wasn't letting me think. But something happened. The scenery changed, because next thing I knew, I was outside, walking. I had headphones on and my cellphone. I was still so confused I didn't know how I ended up walking in a park. As confused I was, I enjoyed my walk, it made me peaceful and the fact that I had bumped into Johnny made me happy. I went to ask him what had happened to him. I wanted to know why he left. But he didn't answer me, he just gave me a cold stare. You know how they say that you can do or be anything in a dream? Well its true, because even though Johnny's words didn't come out of his mouth I heard his thoughts. He didn't have the guts to tell me straight up in my face. He wanted me to leave. He didn't know why the hell I even had to show up, why I was even complaining to him, because I was fucken alive right? It hurt me to hear him say that. Well hear what he actually thought of me. And to top it off I was already in enough pain. I saw the expression in his face change when I winced and held my stitched up lower abdomen. His eyes asked if I was okay, but he, himself, wouldn't dare and actually ask. But I still did tell him that I was still in healing process and the doctor had me on pain meds. He looked confused. I guess the meds would get me high. Too high. So I understood where he was getting at. He knew I hated anything that had to do with drugs. But I was in pain and I would take anything at this moment that would take the pain away. And as I was thinking that, one of his friends came and snatched my phone and iPod away, I tried chasing him and getting my things back but I was in too much pain. I begged Johnny to tell him something. I was already crying up to that point. I was in too much pain and I couldn't take it anymore. I just wanted to go back home and take my pill and this guy is laughing in my face running around with my things and to top it off Johnny told me straight up that, that was none of his dame business and to deal with it myself. The guy finally gave me my iPod back but before he can hand me back my phone he broke it in half. It hurt me so much that I started crying even more. I just looked at Johnny disappointed and walked away. When I arrived to my grama's her window was broken and she needed help putting the new one back on, and for some reason, all this seemed wrong I don't know why. But it did. Next thing I knew a girl that I never even spoke to just walked up to her house and put on the new window like nothing. I was amazed she could do that.....


You know how in real life people tell u who's not good for you and to stay away? Well you should listen. Because even your dreams tell you who's not good enough for you. You can be dying or be dead and they won't care. The person who stuck by you through everything is a keeper.


Too bad it was only a dream. Because in real life, she back stabbed me