When Did It Go Wrong?

The weight of grief had become an all-consuming force in my life, pulling me further and further away from reality. The school had become a distant memory as I found myself lost in a sea of endless sorrow, unable to shake the haunting thoughts that kept me up at night. The death of Jasmine had left me shattered, my heart heavy with the weight of guilt and regret. I couldn't help but wonder if I could have done something, anything, to save her.

As the world around me continued to move forward, I remained trapped in my despair, unable to shake off the suffocating weight of my grief. The only solace I could find was in the form of sugary treats, which I would secretly sneak into my darkened room, devouring without thought or care. At that moment, they were the only thing that brought me a fleeting sense of comfort amidst the turmoil of my emotions.

Sitting there, staring blankly at the wall, I couldn't help but feel a sense of detachment from the world around me. The passing days had been nothing more than a blur, each one melting into the next, as I struggled to come to terms with the loss of Jasmine - my best friend, my confidant, my everything.

It was a Monday morning, like any other, when a friend from school interrupted my thoughts. With a sense of urgency, she asked me to come to school the next day for our final exams of the first semester. Little did she know the inner turmoil I was battling - the void that I was trying to fill, the miserable existence I had been living since Jasmine's passing.

As I sat there, alone in my room, I couldn't help but wonder how someone could be so oblivious to the pain that I was going through. How could they not see the grief, sadness, despair, and depression that had consumed me for months? How could they not understand the roller coaster of emotions I had been on - from anger to guilt to sadness and back again?

For weeks, I had shut myself off from the world, ignoring calls and messages from friends and family alike. The only voice I heard was that of my mother, begging me to let her in and put food on the table. And now, as I sat there, contemplating the next step, I realized that perhaps it was time to face the world again - even if just for the sake of my exams.

Drenched in perspiration, I couldn't shake off the vivid images that played out in my mind during that midday dream about Jasmine. It was an otherworldly experience that left me perplexed and unsure of what to make of it. As I tried to gather my thoughts, my mind kept racing back to the tense events that unfolded before my eyes in the dream.

It was like nothing I had ever experienced before, and it felt so real that I couldn't believe it was just a figment of my imagination. I was left with an eerie feeling that lingered long after I opened my eyes, and I couldn't help but wonder if there was any hidden meaning behind it all.

*The Dream

As I drifted off into sleep, I found myself in a vivid dream. Jasmine and I were seated in the back seats of a car, with her uncle behind the wheel. The drive was serene, and we both had our hands out the window, relishing the cool breeze on our faces. It felt like a blissful moment until a dark and massive creature with gigantic wings appeared out of nowhere, making its way towards Jasmine.
Although I tried to warn her, she was oblivious to the danger. The creature transformed into what looked

like a dove with a human body and wings the size of mountains, and as it approached Jasmine, a strange force pushed me away, rendering me helpless.
In that surreal moment, I had the realization that I was in a dream, and it dawned on me that Jasmine was already gone. The dove, which I began to call the "Nice Dark Angel," began to cradle Jasmine in its wings, whispering a strange melody that filled my ears. I felt an overwhelming sense of powerlessness, unable to do anything as the creature flew off with my beloved.

As I watched them disappear into the distance, I felt a surge of emotion and just then, Jasmine tossed something sparkling at me. I caught it, and as I tried to make out what it was, I woke up drenched in sweat, my heart racing. The dream felt so real, and it left me wondering if there was a deeper meaning to it.

Reflecting on the events that unfolded that fateful day, it becomes clear to me that the seemingly innocuous object that Jasmine had tossed in my direction would catalyze a series of unfortunate events. Little did I realize at the time that this would mark the beginning of a new chapter in my life, one filled with challenges that would test my strength and resilience. In hindsight, I can see that this object would bring nothing but misery and struggle into my world, leaving me to navigate a treacherous path forward.