My eyes fluttered open to see I’m stranded on a hill, chained to a tree, its branches digging into my back. Graves all around, of wood and metal and marble. I could feel the chain, cutting through my hands, my body ached with a pain unknown to me. I was soaked in blood, mine or someone else’s I didn’t know. Where was everyone, my parents, my brother?
Something, at the back of my mind tells me that they are all dead and the world I once believed in destroyed. I struggled a little and the chains fell down. I dragged myself into a cave, wanting shelter more than anything. Inside, I screamed and shouted, but nothing came out of my mouth.
I saw a stream, flowing with blood, a heavy fog everywhere. The deafening silence killing me. It took all the energy I had, but I got up. I went outside the cave to see what was happening, but nothing was right. A moment ago there were graves, now bodies piled up on each other. All the silence was now gone, mocking jays around me. They were whistling a tune that hurt my ears and blood tickled down my spine.
Then I woke up with tears in my eyes and my palms sweaty. Everything is back to normal. It was just a dream, I thought. Or was it?