-Mark P.O.V.-

What even is a dream? Or even a nightmare? Is there even a difference between the two? 

Because to me, the two go hand-in-hand. It is always the same. I receive the same feelings as well during the so called 'dreams' and 'nightmares' but I dunno, it all seems to be confusing.

The way I saw it, 'Dreams' and 'Nightmares' are all a part of our cognitive beings, meaning they are just stories that we tell. When we don't want to learn a lesson, we receive a nightmare to scare us into learning that particular lesson, and dreams are made so we can further understand what is going on in our lives at the moment.

Thats the way I see it at least.

But what scared me the most in my eighteen years of living is the sight of Death, the Grim Reaper. I know that it sounds weird, but its true.

I get weird feeling when I sleep. The feeling eventually turns to me seeing a death of a person. I'd constantly get confused, and then Death would appear.

He'd talk to me, explaining the certain circumstances, like time, place, and why the death took place.

At first, I didn't take these 'Visions' seriously, but I eventually had a 'Vision' of my mother's death, and Death had come to talk to me once again.

He told me that my sister would get a 'Revelation', he dubbed it, and scolded me to get a grip on the reality that I have the ability to see deaths, and that in anyway I can try to prevent this, but Mom's death was the only death that no matter what I did, it wouldn't change the outcome.

And I hate to say it but I kinda wished that I didn't follow his words.

But for some reason, I listened... And I obeyed Him.

And it cost my Mother her life, and for me, what little self-esteem I had left.

I pulled myself from the unconscious and abruptly sat upright. 

Scanning my surroundings, I frantically clutched my chest and began to breathe heavily. I was still at the forest floor, where the Fallen had scratched me earlier, except, it was darker, and much more ominous. 

I gulped nervously. I never thought that the pain would be that painful, let alone a jab. But, at the moment I had bigger problems. I tried to will my body to stand up, but I felt no movement whatsoever.

Slightly worried, I glanced around where I had once laid. I had absolutely no clue as to where I was in the forest, for nobody was around me at the moment.

And genuinely, I was confused. I was cold, alone, and in pain... What would my sister Miranda do? What is the most successful way to get out of this situation with the highest living rate?

For that question, I didn't necessarily know the answer to it, as I was too incapacitated to even think straight. I willed my body to stand, but I felt no movement at all. As I went to look at my legs, I heard someone speak.

And the voiced asked "What seems to be the problem young one?"