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5 days later...

I was standing there. We were standing there. Someone and I, under the lamppost on the pathway. In front of my house, with a black crow sitting on the Pickett fence, slowly crowing. What a romantic setting. But only when you came closer did you see what was really going on. I saw myself, standing a meter from him, anger written all over my face, dark with hurt, tears falling onto my coat. At least now I know what I look like when I am angry. My usually pale skin was fumed red with anger, though the howling wind cut off the words I was yelling and spitting into his face. Thomas's face. Anger wasn't quite the word to discover it. It was... Frustration mixed with hurt and something else. But he stood there. Trying to say something though Julia(I) towered over him with rage. Strange seeing as he was half a head taller than me.

His cocoa brown eyes were glimmering so brightly in the milky surroundings with something. I realized it was tears. What the bloody hell was going on?! But the wind kept howling and held me back, though it didn't in anyway affect Thomas and her-me-myself. This is so confusing! And, curse you wind. Anyway I kept watching, as Julia/my other self/my self kept yelling at (poor Thomas) who yelled back something. But not before her hand/my hand slapped his face. He held a shaky hand up to it, shocked. What the hell are you doing to him?! I asked myself and started running up to them, but my legs wouldn't cooperate and I ended up falling flat on my face. Ouch.

If 'ouches' were even possible in dreams. I saw myself walk away in anger and disappear into the darkness. Thomas stood there, his hand still in his face, frowning with his eyes wide open. He was crying. And I could only watch those silvery tears drip down his face and pool on his shirt. Then he started walking away, away from Julia. Away from all of this. And I came back and started pleading, started begging for him to listen to me. And I screamed for forgiveness and another chance. Clutching to his leg, like it was my life time and if I held on long enough it might stop for me. But he shoved me off. Boy he was strong. I once again fell flat, tears, genuine tears running down my face, an arm stretched out as if I could actually grab him. Calling his name. But he kept walking away... Walking away from me... Walking away from my life.... Disappearing forever...

And still that wretched creepy crow sat there, its eyes red, smiling at me. If you could even call that a smile. Smiles were for happiness, but this... This smile was cold. Unusual. Abnormal. Evil.

It was the type of smile that would have loved to see the world end, see it crumble away into nothing; and it would still be smiling. And I kept sobbing on the ground, desperately trying to push my self up and run after him. Screaming his name into the night... And hearing it eerily turn into disorientated echoes...

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I clawed my way into consciousness, waking up with a scream. It echoed off the hallways eerily. My skin felt cold and clammy, my heart like a refrigerated paper weight, unmistakable fear running through my veins and chilling it cold. It was just a dream, just a dream... but it felt so real. Too real. But when I looked out of my window, and saw through the shutters that it was sunrise, I saw it. Sitting there, on the Pickett fence it's low sound emitting from it... A slight alien jerky smile somehow. I rubbed my eyes... And it was gone; leaving me alone... And afraid. Just a dream, right?