I knew that I should've done something, anything, but I
couldn’t move. It was like I was on a roller coaster ride that couldn’t stop.
Everything around me was spinning and all I heard was screaming. I heard my
name being called over and over, but my feet wouldn’t react. I tried to yell
for help, but no words were coming out. All I could see was my best friend
trapped inside the house of flames and a bright light that kept getting
brighter and brighter. Next thing I knew, it went completely black.
Astounded, my eyes flew open. “Oh, thank goodness,” I
thought, “it was all just a dream.” I woke up to get ready for another long day
of work at the hospital, trying to shake the nerves of the dream off. Once I got to work I tried to call Jake to
wish him a happy birthday, but he wasn’t picking up. “Hm,” I thought, “maybe he’s
still sleeping.” I went about the rest of my day waiting for Jake to call back,
but he never did. When lunch time came, I decided to go see him since he wasn’t
returning my calls. When I got inside, all of the lights were out and there
wasn’t a person in sight.
As I drove back to work, I tried not to worry. “He’s
probably just out with some friends or something,” I thought. When I got back
to the hospital, I looked over the list of patients. I was reading through the
list when all of a sudden I dropped the clipboard and fell to my knees. There on the paper in black print said “Jacob
D. Crews.” Suddenly, I realized the dream wasn’t a dream. It was all true.
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