I woke up this morning and saw that once again one of my belongings was thrown away.I became furious because this always happened to me and no one else.At the end who got in trouble.Of course me.I got scolded at again for something that someone else did.Why?!?!?!My mom was the one scolding at me.She said that one liked me and that I was the one ruining everyones life.I told her that I was having problems and that I wanted to kill myself and what did she say."YOU SHOULD KILL YOURSELF!"

As a kid I had multiple nightmares but they were never similar to the ones i've heard before.My friends always talked falling of a buildind or getting chased by a clown but mine were always different.My dreams always seemed demonic for a reason,they were always filled with a sense of evil.I didn't care for it much since I was a careless kid but as I grow up and become more understanding I begin seeing my dreams in a different perspective.My dreams always seemed to be telling me something and it was scary because it all felt so real.I know there is lucid dreaming but my dreams were not in my control it was in his control.I had three nightmares that led to me meeting him the first was when I awoke on my bed.I awoke inside my dream when suddenly I fellt like I was quickly descending ,similar to a rollercoaster.Nothing was wrong because it was just another normal falling dream as though it seemed when abruptly a shrilling scream was heard right next to me.I quickly awoke sweating.In my second dream I awoke on my bed once again (bunk bed) when then I seemed to float out of my bed.I was quickly dropped but I didn't hit the floor.I fell through but I didn't see through what because my eyes were shut due to the fear.As it wasn't already bad enough the deeper I fell the more the voices got louder.On my third nightmare I suddenly awoke for the third time on my bed.It was beginning  to become a pattern.I already experienced the two previous dreams so this time I was ready.All was silent.I felt something touch my back then to my shoulder.It was a hand.I quickly went for the hand but didn't turn around keeping my eyes shut the whole time.I held on to the hand.It seemed elderly with long sharp nails.My fourth and final dream was by far the worst.For the last and final time I awoke on my bed but this time my brother was sleeping on the other side of the bed.Immediately an invisible force held me.I tried to esape,I screamed,I cried but nothing was heard.I couldn't scream.I blacked out but once again awoke this time in a somewhat desserted area.I looked up.I shouldn't have.There in front of me was him.He ressembled a satyt but more demonic.On his chest appeared three circles in the form of a triangle.He was large,in fact a giant.I ran for my life.I escaped or at least I think I did.Maybe he is still looking over me waiting for the right time to attack again.

Creativity is just a thought. It creates your dreams and your "special skills". But can we really say this? Creativity and everything else in life could be an entire dream. They say your life "flashes before you eyes" before death. So what if we are all about to die. What if this world we live in is just that. Creativity. Your whole world might be your imagination. Or even worse... Our world might go on forever because our minds never stop. Maybe even after we die the world is still in our control. What's worse is we might never be acknowledged for our actions. Our whole life could be worth nothing. Everyone who knows you will experience the same faith until the whole generation is gone and forgotten. No one escapes faith.