Why?
Why does it always happen?
Why do I have these dreams?
***
Standing under the dark sky, obscuring the barren landscape below.
I am standing on a battlefield, vivid and intriguing.
Corpses of various genders lay at my feet, drenched in their blood.
Weapons, cold or warm, are scattered around the landscape, indicating the furious battle that has befallen this land.
As my eyes gradually lifted, I noticed some people fighting, dying, or injured from the fight.
It then landed on some group of people, who seemed familiar, but not at the same time, who died from a piercing sword strike at their hearts.
It pained me...
Why do they have to die? why not me?
Tears started to stream down my eyes, and a searing pain hit my heart.
Gripping my heart, I kneel into the puddle of blood and gue.
Turning above my eyes the shot opened, blood veins covering my eye's white area.
Why? Why do they always? why not me?...
And with that, the dream broke...
"Son get up!!! You are late for school" Said an annoyed voice.
My eyes shot open, and turned to the source beside my bed.
And there was, standing with an annoyed look, my mother.
With a little ragged breath, I turned to the unmoving clock in my room. Staring at it for a moment, the realization hit me, and I remember it was broken for a while.
I then turned to my mother and asked for the time.
"It's 6.37 in the morning" came my mother's nagging voice.
Ae!?
Staring at her with a blank look, I sighed.
'why do I have to wake up this early every day?' I asked inwardly.
" Mom, can I ditch today?" I pleaded but that was in vain because my mother's nonchalant reply came instantly.
"No"
Saying that she left, and left a parting warning.
"And if you don't get up in under a minute, you won't get to eat the whole day"
"..."
Sigh~
A sigh left my mouth as I stared at the ceiling for a moment.
"What was that dream?, why can't I remember?"
Gripping the uneasy feeling, I squinted my eyes and tried to remember the sadness I felt, but "Why can't I remember?"
And it's not like it's new to me, my dreams have always been weird. After I fell asleep I felt like living a different life, but can't remember the contents after I woke up.
After staring at the space for a while, my contemplation was broken by my mother's shout.
Shooking my thoughts I got up, remembering the devilish look of my mother.
***
"Hey Raja, wanna go hang out today?" Asked the guy sitting beside me.
"I could have, but I have to go somewhere so probably tomorrow," I said with a forced smile.
"Ha??, again? you also said that before yesterday, where do you even go? seeing a girl?"
"..."
"Bruh??, you know me more than anyone, do you think I would see a girl and you wouldn't have known?"
"Who knows, humans are easy to deceive," he said then continued, " and even if you are dating, I would just think you betrayed our bro ship"
Clearing a fake tear the guy said, sympathetically.
Which led me to facepalmed myself.
*
13.20, when the bell rang I got up from my seat and grabbed my belongings.
The class teachers also have left the classroom.
And the good thing is an annoying friend of mine has gone also, to play cricket with some other guys in my class.
After leaving the school building I was met with kids my age or above all wearing school uniforms, arranged from 1st year to 5th year of high school.
Walking along with them I walked out of the campus and started walking toward my house, which is situated only a kilometer away.
But.... Who would have thought that it was going to be my final walk to my home?
BAM!!!
A speeding truck hit me, sending me flying away towards the open road.
I was too confused, to know what happened, as my eyes started closing, my body fell on the ground with a thud, facing the truck's tire.
Before my consciousness faded, memories of everything I had ever done surfaced, before my head was crushed by the incoming truck.
*****
A/N: If you have come a long way, then congrats, and yeah I am back in this account with a new story, which revolves around my fantasy dreams.
And these dreams are real, and my alias is Raja, a secondary name my family has bestowed on me.
And the dream, well... They are real, almost, I used to see them almost every day. They stopped.
At that time I was writing a novel in my second account so I had to drop it because of my lack of inspiration.
I hope it never happens in this story, so wish me good luck.
Peace out ✌️😁