α ℓ ℓ ι є м и s т я ❤
❝Though we come from different countries and speak different tongues, our hearts beat as one.❞ ~ dumbledore
❝I had a horribly realistic nightmare that haunts me every time I get into a car.
We were in a parking lot. My father was in the driver's seat, my mother in the passenger seat with it slightly reclined back. I was in the backseat and we were all dressed nicely. There was someone else in the back seat with me. But I couldn't see who it was. I assumed it was my aunt.
Something kept making me uneasy. We were at the third level in the parking lot and my dad was adjusting something before starting the car. I kept seeing these two guys and one woman dressed like if they were in the sixties; the Disco style. Something about them made me scared.
They were walking towards the elevators at the end of the parking lot where everyone was spilling out from because they came from the same event we did. Suddenly, when my dad started the car, there were gunshots. I felt my heart pounding as I ducked down and jumped out of he car. There was a large flurry of movement as everyone panicked around me, running away from the three shooters. The ones who were dressed in Disco clothes.
I glanced around frantically to see that my parents and mystery person were shot to death. They caught the stray bullets. I was crying at this point and kept calling out for them. Suddenly, I was pulled back by my hair by one of the men and the other pushed me down to my knees, pointing the gun at me. They were laughing. The woman stood in front of me and aimed the gun straight at my forehead while the men held my arms down.
I kept begging for them not to kill me, crying my eyes out. She just smirked and pulled the trigger. I didn't hear anything and felt nothing. I couldn't breathe and I really thought I died.
Then I heard the garbage truck outside, gasped for breath and shot up in bed, seeing that I was still alive. ❞
We were in a parking lot. My father was in the driver's seat, my mother in the passenger seat with it slightly reclined back. I was in the backseat and we were all dressed nicely. There was someone else in the back seat with me. But I couldn't see who it was. I assumed it was my aunt.
Something kept making me uneasy. We were at the third level in the parking lot and my dad was adjusting something before starting the car. I kept seeing these two guys and one woman dressed like if they were in the sixties; the Disco style. Something about them made me scared.
They were walking towards the elevators at the end of the parking lot where everyone was spilling out from because they came from the same event we did. Suddenly, when my dad started the car, there were gunshots. I felt my heart pounding as I ducked down and jumped out of he car. There was a large flurry of movement as everyone panicked around me, running away from the three shooters. The ones who were dressed in Disco clothes.
I glanced around frantically to see that my parents and mystery person were shot to death. They caught the stray bullets. I was crying at this point and kept calling out for them. Suddenly, I was pulled back by my hair by one of the men and the other pushed me down to my knees, pointing the gun at me. They were laughing. The woman stood in front of me and aimed the gun straight at my forehead while the men held my arms down.
I kept begging for them not to kill me, crying my eyes out. She just smirked and pulled the trigger. I didn't hear anything and felt nothing. I couldn't breathe and I really thought I died.
Then I heard the garbage truck outside, gasped for breath and shot up in bed, seeing that I was still alive. ❞
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