A Strange Dream
It was a quiet night. The shadow that covered my place turns dark and blank. The light approaches me as if the light shows me something. At a very far distance, there was a light, too. I heard a voice from a distance. It was my mother's voice, it seems like she's crying and shouting for help. Then the distance between us became nearer and nearer. But, there was a murderer holding a gun, trying to chase my mother. I followed them. The murderer chased her until he killed and shoot my mother. The murderer then ran away. I stood up, like I was paralyzed. I cried, alone. The scene began to fade out.
There was another light. It was my father, from a distance. "Father!" I shouted to him, but he didn't even turn his head to me. I ran towards him. There's someone chasing after him, holding a knife. Another murderer. I tried to shout to my father but the scene goes on running on and on. And it stopped. My father was killed too, like my mother. I cried endlessly. The scene again faded out and vanished.
"I have to find my sister and my brother and I should kill whoever that murderer is!", I said to myself bravely. Looking in any direction, I found a double light. I knew it was my sister and my brother and I also knew that they were going to be killed next. So I ran over to them. But I was too late, they were both killed and dead. I fell down, lying and crying unconsciously. The scene faded out.
When I woke up, I have tears in my eyes, and I fell asleep. From that dream that I have, I now realized how much pain do you have if you have if you lost all of your family. I can't live without them. I can't live myself living
There was another light. It was my father, from a distance. "Father!" I shouted to him, but he didn't even turn his head to me. I ran towards him. There's someone chasing after him, holding a knife. Another murderer. I tried to shout to my father but the scene goes on running on and on. And it stopped. My father was killed too, like my mother. I cried endlessly. The scene again faded out and vanished.
"I have to find my sister and my brother and I should kill whoever that murderer is!", I said to myself bravely. Looking in any direction, I found a double light. I knew it was my sister and my brother and I also knew that they were going to be killed next. So I ran over to them. But I was too late, they were both killed and dead. I fell down, lying and crying unconsciously. The scene faded out.
When I woke up, I have tears in my eyes, and I fell asleep. From that dream that I have, I now realized how much pain do you have if you have if you lost all of your family. I can't live without them. I can't live myself living