Creative Writing: Clementine

Clementine was a twelve year old girl. She was like any other child. She loved to draw, to read, and she had the most caring and compassionate Mother in the world. She had a perfect and regular life, or so she thought. There was something different about Clementine. She thought she was just a normal kid, but Clementine had a gift. Well, more of a curse actually. She had a very powerful mind, and when she would dream, her mind would become a strong and powerful place. A very dangerous place. She didn't know it at the time but when Clementine would dream, whatever she dreamt would become a reality.
It all started out with small things. For example, if she dreamt of a lollipop, a lollipop would appear next to her bedside the next day. Or if she

dreamt of snow falling when she would wake up, it would happen. But it got worse over the years. Once she became older her “gift” became her curse. Especially if she had nightmares. Now they wouldn't be extreme or anything, only until the night she dreamt of her death.
Let me explain: It all started the day her teacher, Ms. Rose, asked the class to write down their worst fears and write a paper about them. Clementine wasn't sure what she would put as her worst fears. She thought maybe she would put down clowns or bugs as her fears, but she thought it would be too childish. So, she wrote down what she was really afraid of. What made her shiver just thinking about it. The fear that gave her goose bumps. She wrote down her death. She was afraid of dying. She was afraid of losing everything. Of losing her life. Her worst fear was dying.
Ms. Rose then called on some students to share what they wrote down. Clementine was the first to share.

She stood up from her seat and said “My worst fear in life, is dying. I am afraid to die. I don’t want leave everything I have behind. I don’t want to see what is on the “other side.” I’m afraid I will be left behind. I will be alone. Left in a dark hole, left to rot for the rest of eternity.”
The class went silent.
Apparently, the class didn't go into depth with their fears. They wrote the whole clowns and bugs fears.
Oh no, now they all think I’m crazy, Clementine thought.
Ms. Rose finally broke the silence, “Um, Thank you Clementine. That was very…interesting. Thank you. You may sit back down now.”
Clementine was very embarrassed. When she came home, she told her mother about class and how embarrassed she got when everyone was staring at her in shock.
Clementine’s mother told her, “Clem, everyone has their embarrassing moments. I’m sure your class will probably forget about it by tomorrow. Don’t worry, everything will be fine. How about you just sleep on it for tonight, okay?
“Okay.” Clementine replied.
“That’s my girl”, Clementine’s mother said and smiled, “See you in the morning.”

Clementine kissed her mother on the cheek and walked to her bedroom to go to bed.

Clementine loved her mom. Her mom was always there for her. She would never want to lose her mom. I thinks that’s one of the reasons I’m afraid to die, Clementine thought, I don't want to lose my mother.
When Clementine was in bed, sound asleep, the worst was about to begin. Her dream began, and it started with her lying in a meadow. She was lying on the tall, yet soft, grass. Flowers were all around and she was looking up at the bluest sky she had ever seen. The breeze was just slightly blowing to where the dandelion seeds were only falling one by one. Clementine was playing with a ladybug that had landed on her finger and laughed at how it tickled her fingertips. Then, the ladybug fell. It hit the ground and her whole perfect world began collapsing. That little ladybug was a trigger. The blue sky turned gray, the flowers began dying, and the once tall, soft grass was stabbing her in the back. Clementine stood up but the wind was so strong, she was struggling to stand up. When she finally got her balance, she saw figures heading her way. They were people in masks and there was an army of them. She started to run in the other direction, but she couldn't. She was stuck. The tall grass was tangled around her legs, making it unable for her to

move.
She began to scream “PLEASE SOMEONE, HELP ME!!”
But there was no one who could help. When the strangers with black and white face masks came into reaching distance of Clementine, they revealed themselves. There were all men and on their faces were nothing more than muscle, blood, and bone. Clementine screamed hoping this nightmare would end, but it didn't. It continued.
One man was standing right in front of Clementine. He grabbed her throat, lifting her up from the ground, releasing the grass from her ankles, and threw her across the field. Clementine fell on her back and lost her breath. She tried to crawl away, but she couldn't. Then the huge group of people walked over to where Clementine fell with knives in their hands. Clementine then used all her strength to stand up and started to run away. She started to make distance from the group until a knife was thrown and hit her in the back. She fell and the man who threw Clementine was standing above of her limbless body.
He said, “Any last words?”
Clementine was in so much pain that she couldn't even speak, but then she remembered that this was all just a dream and if she was killed, it wouldn't be true.
So, she said “Go ahead, do it.”
And he did. He stabbed her right in the heart. Then the others joined in. Clementine was stabbed in every place possible. The pain was all around her body. She expected to wake up and be back in her room in her bed, but she wasn’t.
The next day, Clementine was found still sound asleep in bed. Dead. Clementine’s nightmare became her reality. Thanks to her special “gift”. It’s just a shame that it was her worst fear. Her death.