Lately I have been having the strangest of dreams. Maybe its because my idea of the future looks very... scarey. I am 22 years old and by the time I turn 25 I'll be a veteran, possibly a wife, possibly a mother, possibly dead...
Possibly Dead.
I keep having this reoccurring dream/vision: I'm barely sitting up on a stretcher. However, at first I don't realize I'm being carried all I can see is my hands, they're bloody. The darkest blood I'd ever seen in my life. I'm covered from my hands to my chest, stomach and the tops of my thighs. Trembling like I'd never trembled before - not crying, not speaking, a ghaustly silence. All I hear is the rambling of the people around me, rushing me into the hospital. I must have been in shock because I couldn't speak, I look over and my boyfriend is there (he's in the medical field), I hear his voice "Jessica!" He tries to come over and two men stop him from coming over to help me. Then I black out, he's next to me and I look him in the eyes and say "Isn't this something, you'll be the last one to see me alive."
I'm scared.
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