"Our unity is our strength, and our diversity is our power" - Kamala Harris
"We are what we believe we are" - C.S Lewis
"It's strange how pain marks our faces, and makes us look like family." - Stephen King
I was on all fours, gasping for breath. Attempting to recover from a massive blow to my body that knocked the air out of me. I don't remember were exactly I was hit, but I laid on my stomach (as I was told) still unable to breathe. I had just barely caught my breath when he sat on what felt like full weight on my back. This restricted my air even further pressing my ribs to the ground restricting my lungs. I attempted to tell him when he elbowed my back telling me to shut up and stop fighting.
Fears of My Unconscious Mind
Three dreams, three fears. The first dream was merely my fear of water. I was stuck in a house with my mother, brother, and a few classmates. This house was on an island surrounded by ocean. I noticed that the water was getting awfully close to the house. When I asked them about it they answered saying it was "hurricane season". They said this coolly and calmly as if this was normal. I was already began to feel scared and unnerving before anything actually really happened. That's when the water got so close it started to flood rooms of the actual house. This scared me more than anything and I began to panic. I begged my mother to let me use her phone to call someone to come get us. She immediately said no and that we will go home tomorrow morning. I knew well that I was not about to stay in that house for a full night. Fear clenched my chest restricted my air, my eyes poured with tears but I didn't give up. I continued to rack my brain trying to think of anyway to get out of this situation.