I lay in my bed, wrapped cozily in my sheets and covers, watching anime on my laptop. The musical sounds of several different birds chirping outside my open window was peaceful and calming, and soon the sounds of my laptop became just an ambience, and the pleasant warmth of my bed and the orchestra of chirping crickets and birds softly and slowly lulled me into a deep sleep. . .
     . . . It was a dark, chilly night. I was alone, swinging on a swing set, as usual, the chains creaking and squeaking and moaning as I half-heartedly swayed back and forth on the swing. I heard a loud sound, like an explosion, no, like trees being ripped from their roots and being slammed around. I kept swinging, looking up at the sky. Then I heard it. The loud, beast-like roar. It ripped through the air with both instead speed and volume.
    Then came the screams. The high-pitched, bloodcurdling screams. Panicked villagers filled the streets. Some held torches, some held babies, others held personal belongings. They scattered in all directions, screaming and shouting, hollering and praying. Most went in my direction. I watched as babies were dropped dropped children were separated from their mothers. Those who didn't run or at least walk got trampled on.
    I jumped off the swing, and then a loud wrenching sound resonated through the air, and the ground shook. I gripped the bar of the swing set, staring wide-eyed in the direction of the noise.
    A cloud of dust and filled  the air in the direction from whence the metallic crunching had originated. Something large and orange poked out from the dust. I was too far away to see what it was.
    More screaming followed. In the distance, building began to topple over building, and sounds of crumbling concrete shattering glass resonated through the village. Tears rolled down my cheeks involuntarily, and I suddenly wished I was with my mother. I heard loud footsteps, like there was a giant parading through town. But I didn't just hear them, I felt them. The ground quaked every time a footstep was heard. I ran, past the swingset, past buildings, past people on their knees crying and praying. I ran past women searching along the road for their babies.
    It sounded like an explosion as the building behind me was crushed. It was a hospital. Nobody was warned that this would happen. Nobody in the hospital was evacuated. Every one that was in there was surely and indefinitely dead.
    Millions of shards of glass flew in all directions. More tears streamed down my face as I ran faster. I tripped over something soft and firm. I tried to catch myself, but I skinned my hands and knees. I felt a sharp sensation in my right knee, like being stabbed by a thousand needles or set on fire.
    More tears welled in my eyes as I painfully sat up and looked at my hands. My hands were small, like a child's. I couldn't have been older than five. There were tiny black rocks lodged in the tissue, for they had been skinned raw. I stared down at my knee. There, lodged deep in between my kneecap and leg, was a six-inch shard of glass. Blood was flowing freely from the wound. The ground under me felt sticky. It looked brownish and smelled like dried blood. I realized that it wasn't the whole ground, just the area around me.
    I turned around to see what I had tripped over. Laying there, motionless, was a ninja. There was a steal bean where his head should have been. There was blood and brains and bits of his skull splattered everywhere His body wreaked of death. My whole body shuddered, and I screamed an ugly, wretched scream.
    I tried to get up. I tried to run. The pain was unbearable. I sat there, clutching my knee, next to the dead man. "The Nine-Tailed Fox! It's coming  for us!" An old man yelled as he ran past me. The footsteps came closer, shaking the ground. "The. . . what?"
    A giant orange paw slammed into the ground in front of me. The claws alone were at least two yards long. I looked up and the three more orange paws hit the ground, equally as loud.
    A fox. It was a very large fox. It has red eyes and black lips that were  pulled back into a snarl, revealing very large, sharp, and surprisingly white teeth. It had many tails swaying in all directions. I counted nine in all. Shaking, I stood up and fell back down again. I screamed. I called out for help. I sounded so little. I sounded so weak.
    The enormous Kyuubi stared down at me. It opened its gaping jaw, and a sphere of dark matter began to form, seemingly from nothing. The sphere glowed red, black, and purple. Torrents of wind ripped trees from their roots. A weapon. . .that's a bomb!" I thought, my eyes growing wider as the huge sphere rocketed towards me.
    I screamed, but it couldn't be heard over the sound of the wind and the steadily approaching bomb. I squinched my burning eyes shut and ducked, protecting my head with my arms. I could see my bones through my eyelids, and through the flesh of my arms.
    At that moment, I thought I heard my mother say,"It's okay. It's all over now. . ."
    . . .I woke up covered in a cold  sweat. I examined my hands. I threw off my pants and looked at my knees. Nothing! It was all a dream! I glanced at the scar on my knee. I got it when I was in a car accident and wasn't wearing my seatbelt. It was the same exact car accident that killed my mother. At least, that was what my father had told me. I don't remember anything that happened before I was five. I signed as my alarm clock went off. I pushed the off button and got up out of bed. Ugh...