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Wednesday 28 December 2011 photo 3/12
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Nightmare
I am walking through a dark hallway, the only light there is, is the light from the moon, shimmering in the big knife in my hand. My eyes are just two big holes in my skull, blood drips from them but never touch the cold floor. All that I am wearing is a blood red dress; I can barely feel my cold feet. I reached a room, then entered it, in there was 4 chairs. I walk over there, I reach out my hand, and it got placed to a wet cheek. I look at the face; it is my mother, next to her sits 3 of my friends. Then the knife got highred, and then it got implanted in my mothers’ chest, over and over. Then she stopped scream, then I looked at my black-haired friend, her face used to be so calm. It was now filled with fear and agony. The bloody knife got highered again. My face was cold and stained with my mothers’ warm blood; the knife implanted her, in the chest, over and over again. Her screaming got silent as well, I looked at her face, I placed a hand on his cheek, lightly stroked it, then digs her red eyes out, then my face turned to the blond girl. She panicked, begging for her life, thou my heart had stopped beat a long time ago. I reached her and lightly grab her chin. The knife lightly stroked to her cheek, she was shaking and crying. Then the knife implanted her as well, thou in the neck this time, I sliced her throat and chest open and tares her heart from her body, my mouth opened and threads took the heart down in my body. Then I looks over at my purple-haired friend. She was also crying. What was supposed to hurt inside me, was dead, my feelings was gone, lost forever. I walked over to her, leaned down a bit, then whispered something to her, I can’t hear it myself, I then stood up, and highered my knife a fourth time. It then implanted her, in the chest. Thou this time I couldn’t stop, not until I heard a low sound, I stopped, my face, hands and my feet was bloodstained, thou the knife was clean. I looks at the knife, behind me stood someone, he was about to touch me. Then I woke up, I was sweating and panting, and crying, I got up and ran out from my room and downstairs, there on the kitchen chair, sat my mother, eating breakfast, I got to my knees and covered my face. “Thank god it only was a dream" I thought
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Camera info
Camera Canon EOS 350D DIGITAL
Focal length 18 mm
Aperture f/16.0
Shutter 20 s
ISO 100
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