The Dreamer

I was falling into a never ending dark abyss. When my feet hit the ground, my knees buckled and I fell forward onto a hard, rough surface. I felt the tiny rocks underneath me dig sharply into my flesh and came to the conclusion that I was lying on gravel. I pushed myself up with my hands, spitting mud and pebble out of my mouth. Spots surrounded my vision and my hands and knees were still raw from my fall, not that the mud and dirt was helping them. I finally got it together enough to try to stand. Hoping my knees wouldn't give way, I pushed myself up until I was somewhat standing. As I looked around I spotted a light in this pit of never-ending darkness. I took a step forward but feeling my knees turn to jello I decided to just sit back down. I was about to try standing again when I saw a figure approaching me. “You're one of them,” he said, his voice deep and rough. He scared me and his voice sent shivers down my spine. “One of what?” I asked, deeply confused by his accusation. “Too powerful….deadly…..must die,” his voice was low and hushed and as I tried to hear what he was saying I began to grasp what his previous words were. “Must die? What are you-” But he cut me short as he pulled a jagged knife out of his long trench coat and lunged forward at me. I closed my eyes and screamed, sounding even more terrified then I actually was. I braced myself for the blow; I even felt the knife pierce my skin and sink deep down into my flesh, dragging itself across my chest and into my arm. I cried out in pain, and readied myself for his next attack when I was pulled out of my nightmare, and everything disappeared.