A/N
Play this song while reading, unless you don't want to.
I can't force you.

"You didn't get hurt to the point that it's obvious."
I swear I'm calling him "Dream Man" from now on since I only see him in my dreams.
"I was wearing a jacket, and it had a hole, and I did, I scraped my arm when I fell on that dog, and got a few small cuts from the scratching."
"And you didn't get Rabies."
When he said that I thought that I must've, and he is the rabies, and this is how the victims are, they don't know what's happening anymore, and they can't wake up.

Even if they do.

It'd be a twisted fucked up reality they would see.

Just wanting to end it immediatly,
Not wanting to remember what happened, and didn't happen.

"I wore a jacket and knew it was right since, a bite would tear the cloth, but not the plastic underneath that."
I spoke, just wanting to wake up in bed, waiting for my, "step-grandpa" to ask if I'm hungry.
I focused on the memory still, remembering that I had ran now, but still in view distance of the dog's that were dead.
The residents had called police, probably thinking a shooting went on.
I saw a SUV pull up, a tan color, it had the words, "Sherjff" on it.
I was watching from a tree that was a good distance, and had enough vines to conceal me.
Until the sheriff got in the car and drove, following the bloody footprints.
I panicked, hiding my rifle in the bag I brought it with I couldn't move, I had two choices, one which came out of no where.

1. I run towards the Wildcat I see down the street in the right, being chased by the sheriff, until the wildcat gets him, or be chased by both.

2. I stay and be caught by the sheriff.

Simple,
Or
Complicated.

I chose complicated.

--------Time Skip by 15 minutes------

I was riding in the back, I should've choked out that fucking cop, or dropped him down and beat him to death with the butt of my rifle, and then scavenge his car keys, take his pistol, his nice looking flashlight, his radio, and his baton, basically stuff I know I would use in the future.

He drove me back to my house.
I didn't even get that far...

We waited for my grandma to open the door, her face had the expression of, "You're so fucking dead."

And then I went inside.

Replaying that memory, I don't even feel the pain of getting in trouble.

Only the feeling of Failure.

I should've killed that cop right when he turned around.
Tearing my innocent world down, leaving it to die alone.

But life will come my way,
Our way.
The ones who need helps way.

And it would've only begun.
I wouldn't be a failure.
I really need to tear that world down either way.
Bury its sunlight.
Bury all light.
And leave the Darkness to consume it.
I'm tired of feeling so lost, of letting go, letting my emotions go.
But even if I did.
The world, and its wars, would carry on.
The only thing that keeps me from that.
Is the light.
That leads me home.

I woke up, the sun light so bright in my eyes.
Finally I woke up.