I've been having weird thoughts lately. Like, Is any of this the truth? Am I just dreaming? Am I even real? I can't tell the difference anymore. What's wrong with me?
   Maybe this isn't the truth. Maybe I am dreaming. No, don't think like this, Emma, it's hurting you. I can't stop!
   Weird things have been happening to me. Things like the dream I had last night. I was in a white room, there was a boy there too. He looked cconfused and hurt. He was about my age, (11), and he said,"Listen, this is for your good, leave before they take you away." This kid looked hurt in so many ways. I had to save him from... from something.
   I took his arm. He looked at me guiltily, and gratefully. I lifted my arm and something popped in my hand. A pitchfork? A trident? What was that?
   I couldn't question now. I had to run to a place.. a place? But, where? It's impossible to escape a dream unless you wake up.
   So, that's what i did.
   I popped up from my bed and went to the mirror. I had the same guilty expression on my face as the boy. I felt as if i did know him.
   Or Maybe i would know him.
   I really need to get this mystery solved!