Out of time

I'm a 14 year old girl and I'm going to,tell you a story, it might sound like a dream but its real. It's all real.

I have dreams, but not like any others. When I close my eyes at night I'm afraid I won't open them in the morning. I'm afraid of time. Afraid of it all. I'm not very sure when it started but I know these dreams aren't just dreams, these are real as could be. Me in the fantasy world that I asked for, I begged for, and now regret.

Right now I'm home alone and tired but don't want to sleep. I can't. I'm afraid, I never know when it's going to happen. Some days I don't sleep at all. But...I'm...so...tired.
I fall asleep, a deep sleep. Swirling colors fill my head, my mind, my soul. Everything is bright, too bright. I fall on hard concrete...blood. There's blood, I feel it. OH NO. It's happened I'm here. In this world that's not the world I grew up in, the world I became to be me in. Instead replaced by people I don't know, strangers. A blue sky, green cut grass, no graffiti. I've never been to anywhere like this before. This place. This fantasy world, so perfect, so neat, but something's fishy and I know what's going to happen. This is no fairy tale, this has no good ending unless I make it out alive, only if I make it through. I have to, my life, my home, my family depends on it.