"Close your eyes"
"No, no, I don't want-"
"Close your eyes it makes everything seem better"
"But-"
"Close your eyes, Sierra"
"No...no..not now."
Fire circled around me, large blue and red flames wisping up and down. I could taste the burning heat.
"Everything will seem better..."
"No!"
My feet went icy cold, I could feel sweat dripping down my face.
"Get me out! No!" I tried to move but my body was stiff, like I was a statue standing and awaiting my death.
"Close them, Sierra, you can close..."
"Stop this! let me go!" My tounge went compleatly dry, I could feel my throat close...
"Don't do this, Sierra, just close your eyes"
My chest burned, my legs and arms felt like barbed wire were wrapped around them, slowly tightning...
"Do it!" The previously placid voice roared into my ears.
"No, no," I was gasping for breath, steaming tears ran down my cheeks. My body burned and burned, red hot agony sorrounded me. I was on fire.
"Don't let me die!" My voice was raspy, I could feel flames creeping up my throat.
"Please, don't let me die! please don't let me die!"
My body sizzled and crumbeled, I could feel the life drifting out of me...
"NO!" I sat up in bed my sheets were soaked with sweat, so was my entire body. The buzzing clock read 4:37.
"Don't...let...me...die, but...dream, just dream."
I collopsed in my sweat drenched blankets.
"Dream, just dream."
I couldn't think straight, my breathing was deep and my chest was hard. I wanted to change my sheets but I was too weak...too weak...
"Please..don't let me die, I can't die...I need him, not..die"
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"Its 9:30, time to get up" My mom left the door open as she walked out of the room.
"Wake?" Where was I? Who was I? What was I doing here?
"Come on, Sierra, time to get up...NOW"
I was suddenly snapped back into reality.
I am Sierra Johnson, I live in New Haven CT, I'm 13, I have brown hair, black eyes, ...my whole personal profile flicked into my mind. It took less then a second.
"OK, I'm comin'," I threw the covers off of me and walked wobbely off my bed and into the kicthen.
"Its Saturday! Farmers market day!" My mom said, while she washed a dish that was oviously from her breakfast.
"Oh joy, when are we leavin'?" I said sarcasticly.
"As soon as your ready, so hurry up"
I hated the farmers market, everytime I go my friends try to get me too watch some stupid magic show there. Lets hope they don't do it again or I might punch them.
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I have more but I need to finish this one chapter but I have to leave so I'll finish it later and post it.
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