Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170621183025/@comment-30636131-20170627193727

Before waking up, Jeydon was having very vivid dreams... or nightmares, should I say.

Snow was falling down onto the meadow, creating a thick blanket of white on the ground, with specks of green scattered here and there. The sky was a mix of bleak blue and putrid grey. Not a single bird, dog, or even an insent was seen anywhere around the meadow. Jeydon's bright, vibrant red hair stood out greatly in the sea of snow. Usually there would be happy families playing with their children, people walking their dogs, couples cuddling together on the benches. This time, however, Jeydon was alone; isolated. 'Alone. '

He looked down at the ground where he was sat. A small pool of red was surrounding him. The pool slowly became a pond. The pond grew to a lake. The lake grew to an ocean, until the whole sea of what was once white is filled with nothing but dark, vivid red. Jeydon clenched his fists, for the red angered him. As he clenched his fists, he was also clenching a knife in his right hand, along with a bloody, scrumpled letter in the other.

Jeydon opened his eyes to be greeted by a mundane, filthy wall. He was cuddled up into a ball, holding his knees with his arms as he slept. A small pool of tears was underneath his head, where he had slept. He was tempted to scream, to completely rage out, yet he didn't want to make even more trouble than he had before. He got up and sat with crossed legs on the side of the bed, remembering where he was. Scared, he looked down at his hands. Thankfully, they were empty; it was just a dream.