I was just minding my own business planting flowers on the side of my house when I look over to see two boys hanging a third boy onto a rope tied to a big tree. My eyes widened in dismay and I screamed at them to stop, but they couldn't hear me. I sprinted over there as fast as I could, yelling the whole time. But for some reason my voice seemed muffled, and muted to even myself, even though I was screaming at the top of my lungs. So I focused on getting over there. I closed the huge gap quickly. 20 feet. 15 feet. 10 feet...

But by the time I got there it was too late. The boy was dead. And hanging by a rope. Tears flowed from my eyes at the horrifying sight. The two other boys had no idea what they had done. I ran to them and hugged them tightly, stroking one's hair.

"Oh, why did you do that?" I whispered softly but angrily.

They looked up at me innocently but said nothing.

Then I woke up.