Allycena
"You’re mine."
So I hit a deer with my car this morning on the way to work. It was dark, like 4:45 a.m. I wasn’t speeding, I saw them and I slowed down as much as I could before I got to them. And one of them conveniently decided to just run out and slam into me. I gripped the wheel really tight with my foot still on the brakes and my eyes shut tightly as well because even though I’m a lover of the dark topics and horror , I still have a somewhat innocent and open heart. So I cried a little and pulled to the side of the road to give myself a minute. And I called both of my parents a million times but neither of them answered, called work and told them I’d be a little late. Luckily I didn’t get hurt or kill it, but I got it good judging by my grill. But I’m sure that deer is probably laying out there in the woods nearby in pain, dead by tomorrow.
I’m shook, but at the same time, I’m feeling a little dissociated. That honestly felt and still feels like a dream, as if it never happened. But it did. It feels so surreal. Utterly unreal, like a very realistic dream of sorts that I usually have from time to time. Is it bad that I’m questioning myself, asking if it really was a dream or not And if I’m losing it?
I’m shook, but at the same time, I’m feeling a little dissociated. That honestly felt and still feels like a dream, as if it never happened. But it did. It feels so surreal. Utterly unreal, like a very realistic dream of sorts that I usually have from time to time. Is it bad that I’m questioning myself, asking if it really was a dream or not And if I’m losing it?