Clang, clang, clang. It was a loud sound. Clang, clang, clang. The type of sound that makes your head pulse. Clang, clang, cla- It stops. Cole quickly sits up, shocked. He's overheating, dripping sweat from his forehead covered in his black hair all over his dark blue bed covers. Some get in his green eyes and it starts to burn so he goes to the bathroom to wash it out. He starts to think about the noise and wonders what it was but he assumes it was just a bad dream. Or was it? Hiii!! I'm working so hard on this short story and I really hope you'll like it. I apologize if it is not the best or doesn't really make sense but I'm trying!