This is not a DREAM

My hair stood on end, a shiver went down my spine and a lump came through my throat. The blood squeezed out of my mouth like toothpaste coming out of a tube. I started running down the streets as fast as I could with a wounded leg and a fractured arm. All I could see ahead were haunting streets. I had no money or phone on me. Apart from having no idea which street this was, I did not remember my name. 

"God, where am I?" I muttered to myself as I searched for any evidence that could explain the location. I tried standing but my legs gave up right when I was going to be straight and fell, hard. I think that might have just made the situation darker than already. I drag myself to the person whose sitting nearby. I go just near enough to see his face and scream "Aaaaah!!" This guy does not have a face. I am good enough to say that it is daytime and I am not having a concussion. And this time I don't run because I know that's not possible so I go near him to try to talk to him. And he says nothing. The air near us grows thicker and I feel my pulse start to grow faster and nearby a siren goes wailing. "I want anyone to talk to, anyone", I shout. I bet the guy cannot even hear. When put of the corner of my eye, I see a boy coming towards me. I jump and shout and he comes near me and bends towards me. He says as if ordering " I am going to take you to the nearby hospital, do you have any relations?". My mouth is dry from all the shouting and no water but I have the strength to say" I don't know my name". He nods as if to say he understands everything and picks me up with ease.

And I drift away in his arms. 

I wake up with someone shaking me. My eyes are blurry but I make out the white bedsheets and a boy next to me. I am already so grateful for the help. I somehow feel like I have a connection with him but do not remember him in any way. 

I start to shiver and i don't know what's happening with me. my heart rate goes up, my hand fall to my sides and my head flings down to the bed. I get really nervous and scared. Somehow i get to take a last look before I knockout and i can see a blurred body roaming. 

After being knocked out for a good five hours, i see know one in the room. I try to get up and surprisingly my legs are healed with just a slight wound on my arm. It feels good to be able to run and so I try and fall straight outside the huge window. "Shit" I scream at the top of my lungs but I can feel my body being light enough to fly and I don't know but I can fly. You know when it was every kids dream to be able to fly. Well, I can face it now and say it feels bad.

I keep telling myself, this is all a dream because well let's face it. These things happen in dreams all the time but also let's face it I don't have dreams.