Greg finally made it home after a long day of work. For some reason, he was dragging his feet all day, which was why the day felt long. It was like all of his energy was being drained. He would have days like this at times, but today felt different, worse than the norm. When he reached his apartment, be barely had the energy to even leave his car. He even debated on falling asleep in it, but knew he had things to do before going to bed. “I’m I dying?” he asked himself, as he finally worked the nerve to exit his vehicle. When he opened his door, all thoughts of completing any type of tasks flew out the window, except for one, which was sleep.

He closed the door behind him, dropped his work gear, and dragged himself to his bed, flopping face-forward in it. “I have to take a shower” he said, but he was too tired. “I have to eat something” he said, but he was too tired. “I have to get ready for work tomorrow,” he said, but he was too tired. He couldn’t utter another word, before losing consciousness.

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“Brother...Brother...Brother!!!” said a person screaming from a distance. “What was that?” Greg asked himself. He could barely see anything, just slight flashes of visions. Every moment he got to see, he could see a little girl, running towards him. He noticed that he was on the ground, and couldn’t get up. “Brother!!!,” screamed the girl again, as she made it to him. “Brother? Who’s she calling brother?” he wondered, still unable to move. “What the hell, why can’t I move?” he asked himself, trying his hardest to move, but to no avail. When the girl reached him, he noticed that she was weeping heavily. It looked like she was crying for him, but why?

“R..Run Miki, they’ll catch you if you don’t,” said a voice that sounded like it came from him. “What the, I didn’t say that?” Greg said, feeling very freaked out right now. Was he dreaming? It had to be a dream. If so, how did he know he was dreaming? Most of the time, he would never recognize whether or not he was, when dreaming.

The girl grabbed him, lifting his upper body a little from the ground, hugging him weakly, while still crying her heart out to him. He could hear people in the distance. “Go now,” said the weak voice, that felt like it was coming from his mouth. The girl laid him back down to the ground gently, as he noticed that he was in a pool of blood. “Am I bleeding??” he wondered, not feeling the pain, but that didn’t matter, it seemed like the dream was finally over, because he began blacking out. Wha..t..the..hell?

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It was 4pm and James felt horrible. “What the heck is going on with me right now?” he wondered. He didn’t have the motivation to play video games, or watch anime, which was weird coming from him. He didn’t feel like doing anything. He didn’t know what was wrong with him today. Was he sick? For him to not even, feel motivated to watch anime, means that something was wrong. The only thing he thought about was going to sleep, which he didn’t waste time doing. “Hopefully tomorrow I can actually focus on watching anime,” He said, as he fell into slumberland.