Hannah
Snow keeps falling, piling in tiny mountains that quickly grow, threatening to grow so high they will fall apart, this way causing an avalanche.
So much snow. So much whiteness that it hurts my eyes.
Then I see the growing snow mountains are beginning to crumble. So I take a step back, than another. I have to run away, I have to escape from this.
But where to?
It’s dark and cold. The air smells like pines and… blood.
I sometimes know it is a dream- it’s really strange. I’ve always had these nightmares, ever since I was a child. They stopped when we moved to NJ. And they came back once my mother got sick.
The nightmares come and go, I guess. After what happened with Ethan they’ve been terrible.
Visual. All this blood, everywhere. I keep seeing death when I close my e
