A whirl of colors, red, black, green, and deep purple surounds him, menecing.

But, then Morphus should have been used to it-the dream was always there, every 22nd of every month, sometimes more. But he wasn't. This one was different. It was clearer than the others and that weird lady wasn't there.

Somebody was yelling at him, probably my mom, he thought.Itcontinued to yell at him, but he couldn't escapethe vortex of colors, that were currently violently tearing his leg apart.

He bit back a scream as he looked down; he hadn't noticed this before, the thing, the strange manifestation of energy and shifting colors was tearing his leg up. It seemed to have an odd, numbing effect on him, making his reflexes slower, and so he was completely unable to feel anything.

But, that didn't make the sight of his leg getting destroyed any less horrifying. In fact, it made it worse, because he saw the blood everywhere, he saw the spilnters of bone flicking the essence.

Yet he didn't feel a thing.

Just as the thing paused, to digest all that before continuing, he guessed, he woke up.

He saw his mom standing over him, a worried look on her face. When she saw he was awake, her face went blank and just walked out of the room.

He looked around, saw that nothing was out of place, sighed a breath of relief,and got up.

The last couple of times he had had a dream like that, when he woke up, a few things were missing. Once, it was a book, another time it was one of his socks. Strange things to steal, and bothwere in the back of his room, which you couldn't get to easily, and besides, why steal those when they were worth nothing and he had all his cds and other things that were important to him on the floor, in the front of the room.

He stretched, went into the bathroom,and looked at himself in the mirror. Grey eyes stared back at him, his dyed dark red hair all in his face so he could barely seethem through it.He grinned; his mom never did get him to cut his hair, and it had grown a little more, soit was a bit past his shoulders now.He looked tired, and he was, despite the fact that he had slept thourgh out the whole night (the dreams always do that to him; he's sleepy all day,and when he goes to bed, he falls asleep instantly)hewas exhausted.

He was in no mood to go to school. It was time to vist some friends...

"Mom, Im going to go now."

"Do you want the keys or do you have them?"

"...Mom, I feel like shit,Im tried and annoyed, if I went to school, I'd only get into trouble..."

His mom sighed, but didn't say anything,he hardly ever skipped, even if he had one of those dreams. But today, today he needed to talk to them, he needed their help to sort this out.

He needed to know if it was going to come after him, if it was going to come into his reality again. He started to walk towards the woods.