treasurelittlebun
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First of all, I want to introduce myself and give some background. I'm Treasure Little Bun, an author here. I also put my story on other platforms. I'm not that good but it's readable. I like reading more than writing.
I started my story when I'm resting, not working even though I already graduated. More than a month ago I got a job and just as I expected, I'm a workaholic.
Yesterday was my exam day. If I pass that exam, it's like getting a ticket to work for the government.
I woke up at 3:30 am. Went to a testing center with my friend who will also take the exam. After the exam, we ate with another friend who also took the exam at a different testing center. We all went home after.
I slept for an hour and woke up to work. Yes, to work. I won't get paid for working on that weekend but I would still do it, just to be done with it. From 5:00 pm to 11:00 pm, I worked and in between, ate some.
I laid down flat with my pillows all over me. Three on top of me, two pillows where I rest my head, and two on my feet. Don't judge me. I love pillows. I treat my pillows as my blanket.
I slept immediately. My worst decision ever. My mind is awake, but I'm dreaming. I don't know how, it is what it is. But I'm scared because I remembered something.
The scene changed. For some reason, I could 'see' myself. There was a pillow on my head but it was transparent as I saw a black person kept on appearing in my sight. A scary noise sounded, and it made me panic.
I know. I know it's another nightmare. Just like in the old days but this time, it's different. My heartbeat went faster. As I shout for help and pray. I kept on repeating, "Help, I don't want to die!" But no one could hear me. No one could.
I reach out my hand wanting to grab a hold of my mother who is sleeping beside me. Calling her for help. Scratching, pinching my mother to wake her up and help me.
Then, I stopped. I am in a nightmare. My mother couldn't hear me, I couldn't move, so I wasn't doing anything at all. It was doomed. I don't know what to do. The scary noise is getting louder. The black figure kept on appearing in front of me. I'm suffocating. My body is getting heavier.
I was about to let go, but for one last time with all my strength, I yelled.
I felt my mouth opened for a bit and uttered, "Ah!" Before my mother could even call me or wake me up, I opened my eyes and told her, "It's a nightmare."
It's been a while since the nightmare visited me. I wasn't used to it already. And I felt death was really on my tail.
I was too tired and stressed out and my body was worn out. Sleeping in this state was never a good idea.
I started my story when I'm resting, not working even though I already graduated. More than a month ago I got a job and just as I expected, I'm a workaholic.
Yesterday was my exam day. If I pass that exam, it's like getting a ticket to work for the government.
I woke up at 3:30 am. Went to a testing center with my friend who will also take the exam. After the exam, we ate with another friend who also took the exam at a different testing center. We all went home after.
I slept for an hour and woke up to work. Yes, to work. I won't get paid for working on that weekend but I would still do it, just to be done with it. From 5:00 pm to 11:00 pm, I worked and in between, ate some.
I laid down flat with my pillows all over me. Three on top of me, two pillows where I rest my head, and two on my feet. Don't judge me. I love pillows. I treat my pillows as my blanket.
I slept immediately. My worst decision ever. My mind is awake, but I'm dreaming. I don't know how, it is what it is. But I'm scared because I remembered something.
The scene changed. For some reason, I could 'see' myself. There was a pillow on my head but it was transparent as I saw a black person kept on appearing in my sight. A scary noise sounded, and it made me panic.
I know. I know it's another nightmare. Just like in the old days but this time, it's different. My heartbeat went faster. As I shout for help and pray. I kept on repeating, "Help, I don't want to die!" But no one could hear me. No one could.
I reach out my hand wanting to grab a hold of my mother who is sleeping beside me. Calling her for help. Scratching, pinching my mother to wake her up and help me.
Then, I stopped. I am in a nightmare. My mother couldn't hear me, I couldn't move, so I wasn't doing anything at all. It was doomed. I don't know what to do. The scary noise is getting louder. The black figure kept on appearing in front of me. I'm suffocating. My body is getting heavier.
I was about to let go, but for one last time with all my strength, I yelled.
I felt my mouth opened for a bit and uttered, "Ah!" Before my mother could even call me or wake me up, I opened my eyes and told her, "It's a nightmare."
It's been a while since the nightmare visited me. I wasn't used to it already. And I felt death was really on my tail.
I was too tired and stressed out and my body was worn out. Sleeping in this state was never a good idea.