I remember I was on a jeep. I don’t remember where I was coming from, but I was the only one left in the jeep. The jeep was just turning into a place where there were bridges connecting us, like the one we had in junction; only these bridges actually overpass a river or something like that. It was night and I was really peeved when suddenly, the jeep pushed to speed and aimed for the overpass. The jeep stopped almost at the edge, but it tipped over.
Scared, I looked over at the drivers (there were two in front) who seemed as if they knew what they were doing. The jeep tipped, but not enough and went right back down to proper position. I let out a sigh of relief. But I knew it wasn’t over yet. I wanted to get out of this crazed jeep before they kill me. Psychos. Suddenly, the jeep backed out and started to head for the other side of the overpass where there was another river; awaiting. I screamed as the jeep tipped again and to my fear and shock, I saw the two drivers lift a small boy from the front seat whom I didn’t see, and threw him out the window. In my dream, I could see myself wide eyed and jaw dropped.
They looked back at me and for a split of a second I thought I was next. I didn’t think anymore and raced out the jeep, hoping they wouldn’t be pulling a gun on me. I wasn’t ready to die yet. Behind me, I heard them shout, “Wait, where are you going? He’s useless anyway!”
And then the scene changed over to me at home on the internet. I felt people and then I looked out to see someone climbing over our terrace. I screamed “Magnanakaw!” (Thief) and turned on the light. Once the light was on, the men outside quickly ran down. I went downstairs to find my brother drinking. I asked him if he knew and he told me he called Ate Lyn (our guardian). Ate Lyn came in, and said she knew and they had run seeing her. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. What was happening?
Then the scene again, changed, to my family in the car with me and my sister was driving. I’m not sure where we were or what happened, but the roads were uneven, unfamiliar and dangerous as there were cliffs everywhere! Suddenly we crashed into another car. I can’t remember whose car it was, but I know it was someone I know in real life. Our car tumbled in the air and landed on the ground in what seems like a construction site. In my mind, in my dream, I could only think of my mother who was with us. I quickly pushed open the door and went out, returning to help my mother.
My cousin was with us and she had previously mentioned that there was a rumor that a jeep had thrown a boy down the overpass. Accidentally, I said it wasn’t a rumor and that I was the only witness to it. I told them not to tell anyone as they may be looking for me.
Soon, the nurse had arrived. I’m not sure why no other paramedic was there, but I can only remember the nurse who sat down in front of us and made us line up. I stood in front of my mother and opted to have her lean on my back. Her arm was bleeding and it looked as if it had died like that with Dumbledore’s hand in the Harry Potter movies. I panicked and asked the nurse why she wouldn’t just treat us and she replied, asking why she’d need to treat us. I said my mother could be in pain and pissed off, I let my mother use my arm as support for her arm.
I can still remember my fear that we’d get hit as my sister was so scared driving. I remember she was screaming because she didn’t know the way and was unfamiliar with the road and it seemed as if she couldn’t get the car to slow down. I remember the fear that someone was coming after me, whoever had thrown the boy down the overpass and was now onto me.
And then I woke up, lips dry, eyes wet and heart pounding.
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