My aunt told me that she also experienced these things when she turned eighteen, same as an older cousin I have. But I think they grew out of it already. In my case, it still hasn't gone away even if I'm way passed 18. Two days ago, I took a nap. I slept on one of the long chairs we have at home while my brother sat across me doing something in his computer. In the middle of my sleep, I wanted to wake up but I just couldn't force myself to. I grappled with myself but it was no use--something's keeping me from waking up.
I tried making sounds so my brother could hear me, but it seemed that he never did. It's like I'm locked up inside a really dark place with no hope of coming out. It was scary. And it didn't happen to me just once.
When I finally gave in to the darkness covering me, I slowly got back to reality. Thankfully, I survived that nightmare. I asked my brother if I was making these sounds and he said he heard me, but he thought I was just dreaming.
I could have died.
Before I close my eyes to sleep tonight, I'll consider it as my last. And if tonight's my last waking moment, I'd like to say thank you to everyone who had been a part of life. If ever I did something wrong, I am sorry for what I did.
Emo much? But no, I don't want to regret anything if this is my one last chance.
So, good night.
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