The Scream

That was it, A scream. Then nothing but blackness. I was falling, falling into a deep sleep. A dream from which I was never to return. I opened my eyes and immediatley wished I hadn't. Images font:times}flew past me, or rather I flew past them as I fell. The scream continued in a shriek but my mouth was closed. For a second I didn't care I thought I was going to die or at least it would dissapear. But the picture didn't close, it stayed bright in my mind. And suddenly the ground seemed to appear from nowhere. I prepared myself and closed my eyes tight shut. But the smash didn't come. I opened my eyes and found myself hovering but an inch from the ground. I gasped and fell the last few inches. I heard footsteps coming and scrambled to my feet. I felt relieved, someone who could explain. But then this turned to terror as I turned and the screaming reached its peak in my ears. A girl, around 13, my age, was stood before me. Behind her was a dozen other children. She looked tough, scars marked her face but my scream came as I saw she held a gun in her hand.......