(It’s a little bit different then the prompt)

People say that they like to drift into their imaginary world.

Because It is better than our world.

But that is not the same for me.

I hate every minute I am in my “dream” world.

But I always seem to get sucked into my dreamy nightmare ish world, where I see stuff you would never want to dream about.

People dying everywhere, to monsters like you have never seen before chasing you.

And it’s never a beautiful world either, it is usually dark and gloomy.

But then again, it is also not as different as my world, where I live in the dark and always on the run.

From people who want me dead.

As I watch those around me getting caught and dying…

When will all of this be over?

When they catch me?

Will my nightmares make me go mad to the point of death?

Or will I find…the other world?