The death in dreams.

Maybelle ran through the woods. Tree branches scraping against her face. The floor cut her feet and gave her splinters. She ran through the forest trying to ignore the throbbing pain in her legs and the sweat and blood mixture dripping into her eyes. She didn't stop running. Not until her legs gave out.

She collapsed on the mossy floor and hit her head. Her breathing began to get shorter and it was harder to breath. She started to see wight dots surrounding her. Pain rushed through her body. She tried to cry out in pain but nothing came out. She started to lose her vision and all thought. Her body fell limb as her last breath escaped from her dead lips. 

*beep*

With a jot Maybelle wook up. She was drenched in cold sweat. She looked around expecting to be in the forest and realized she was in her bedroom. It took her a few seconds until she realized what happened. It was just a dream. She let out a little sigh of relief and confusion and turned off her alarm. She swung her legs out of bed and put her feet onto her rug. 

The feeling of the fur on her feet was calming in some way. She made her way to her bathroom to take a shower to wash off her sweat and to calm her down. When she got into the bathroom she looked at herself in the mirror and jumped back a little. There was a cut above her eyebrow. 

She moved closer to the mirror to get a closer look. She was shocked that she didn't realize the blood on her face. The cut suddenly started to burn and sting. After staring at it for a little bit, Maybelle undressed and hoped in the shower thinking about what had happened last night. 

The dream had seemed so real and how did she get this mysterious cut? She scrubbed her body and found a leaf in her hair and dirt on her feet and legs. She tried to push the thought out of her head. She had a big project today in class and she couldn't be distracted by what had happened. As hard as she tried her mind kept drifting back to the dream. 

More memories of the dream back to her and she remembered seeing a beautiful girl there. She had carmel skin and long brown hair. She had what looked like flowers in her hair. She remembered running through the forest. She did not remember why she was. The dream had felt so real. 

The thought stuck with her as she put on her clothes and when she did her hair. She put it in a braid and put on her lilac purple dress. She tried to cover her cut with makeup but she just decided to put a bandaid over it. If anyone asked she could just say…. She would say that she fell down the stairs. Yea, that will have to do. 

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Maybell got dressed in her pajamas and layed down in bed. She stared at her ceiling and stayed like that until her eyes gave out. She was a little scared for her dream and what it might have.

 She opened up her eyes and she was underwater. She looked around and she tried to swim. She felt the air slowly start to leave her lungs. Every time she thought that she was almost at the service she was at not even close. She looked around trying to see something. She saw a figure of what looked to be a person. 

She looked closer and realized it was the girl. She tried to scream out for her to help but all that left her where air bubbles. Maybelles vision started to get blurry. Her lungs started to fill with water. She felt something pirch her skin and she started to fall deeper, and deeper as her body fell life less through the water. 

Maybelle wook up. Sweat soaked her body again. She looked around and she was back in her room. She wiped her wet forehead. She felt a sting on her leg and when she looked, there was a cut. It was pouring out blood all over her floor as she ran to her bathroom. She took a shower and got dressed. 

She wore jeans and a t.shirt. She thought of an excuse for her cut on her leg if anyone said it and asked. And for herself.

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Maybelle was in a burning building. The walls started to collapse. Smoke filled her lungs. Fire burned her skin. When she cried out the only sound in return was the fire crackling. The sound of her skin boyilling. The roof next to her collapsing. In her last few moments she saw the beautiful girl. This time she was closer. Her eyes were emerald green and they were soft. She died looking into her eyes.

Maybelle wook up, drenched in her sweat. 

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Maybelle shivered as she looked around. It was snowing. No. It was blizzarding. Her skin started to turn black and her lungs filled with icy cold air. She looked around and saw the girl. She was standing closer now. She was wearing a white dress and her hair was covered in snow. She looked almost angelic in the snow. She was close enough for Maybelle to see that she had 4 marks on her arm. 

One was green. The next was blue. The other one was red. The last one was only half of a line. It was white and it was slowly starting to fill in. Maybelle felt her body temperature drop and she fell on the ground. As her vision got dark she saw the girl neal next to her. The white line on her arm fully filled in as Maybelle took her last breath.

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Maybelle looked around her and she was in the woods again. The only thing that was different was that there was a wolf 4 feet in front of her. It growled at her and lunged. It took a large bite out of her side and Maybelle let out a cry. Nothing came out. All you could hear was her hard breathing. She looked around as her blood poured out of her side. 

As she looked around she saw the girl again. On her arm next to her white line, there was a brown one starting to fill in. the wolf came next to the girl and she pet it. She stared at the girl with pain in her eyes. She wondered how she could not be helping her. 

Instead of her white dress she was wearing a brown slick dress with a brown fur sash. She walked closer and Maybelle felt her breath on her neck. She whispered in her ear,´´sorry that you are the sacrificse.´´ she moved away and saw maybelles eyes filled with fear.  

What did she mean by sacrifice? Maybelle wondered. The girl's warm voice filled her memory as she bled out. Her vision again became blurry as her warm blood fall out of her side. She looked at the girls arm and again the brown line filled as she died. 

This time she did not wake up. Her body laid on her blood soaked bed. She layed in a cold sweat and blood. In her room the girl walked in and looked at her. A tear fell from her eye as the lines on her arm started to disappear. She always hated this part. Maybelles blood moved from the bed and moved to the girl's body. 

Her skin absorbed all of her blood and all that was left on the bed was skin and bones. With one last look the girl left her house in search for her next victim.