"Gush!!", Eliot exclaimed
He was a fifteen year old who lived in Louisiana.
He frowned thoughtfully at the well polished, marble tiled floor, closed his eyes for a moment, as tightly as possible and then opened them. His well mapped face like it was designed specifically by God himself, settled into a state of confusion, with sweat dripping profusely on the ground,and his eyes usually bright blue with a ray of hope, were set into an unusual and intense storm.
He finally realized how tight his hands had grippednthe well polished wood of the bed. He just woke up from a life threatening dream.
"It's just a nightmare ", he said when he finally spoke calmly with his well designed, soft, pink lips while talking to himself.
He tried to remember the whole thing when hi fingers found its way on his body. He realized then, that his blue sleep shirt and black trouser were completely soaked again. He has had this nightmare three nights in a row and today he finally saw the end of it. He spotted his diary which was made out of black, thick leather and had a lockat the side. He picked it up, took a pen that he found at the side of a small drawer next to the bed, opened it with a silver key and began to write,
"Dear diary,
It's this dream again. I just see myself running endlessly. I try tirning around to see why and I see death. You know, that figure wih an axe or something. I try running faster and spot a white light up ahead. I run towards it and find a kinda' white, crystal like river and I couldn't run further. I turn again and see death approaching even closer and can't just jump into the river. I finally make up my mind and jump in and all of a sudden, death grabs my hand and tells me he'll be back when i'm 21. He finally let me go but I drown and wake up soaked. I think I'm going insane. Atleast that's what mum thinks.