Awakening
It was midnight when I was sleeping in my house with nothing but darkness. No friends were there nor were there family members. Actually, I was dreaming. A killer killed every single person who answered his phone calls in my dream. At that time, the dream was real to me, so I awoke with fear. Soon I realized that it was just my dream. “Umm... Just a dream,” I said. Suddenly, something extremely weird happened. “Ring....Ring....Ring....,” the telephone rang. I did not have the courage to pick up the call, but the ringing of the phone just seemed to last forever. The clock was still walking in its paces with the weird, scary phone call. Just like every story I had read, I picked up the phone unwillingly but curiously. “Hello.” I said. “This is Wenduo speaking.”
“.................” Only silence replied.
“Hello. Do you need something?” When I thought someone just made this call by accident, weird laughs came from the telephone. In the next second, I was freezing and standing there with the picking up phone. I was seeing my whole life passing through, like a PowerPoint, flying through my mind. I promised to God that if I could be a man, next time I would listen to my parent and make them happy.
Afterwards, I wanted to cry, to shout, and to ask for help. Nothing, not even a single syllable, came out from my throat. I used up all the power in my body to throw away the phone and run out my house. The moon was so bright, and the street seemed so quiet and “dead”. When I was about to release my fear, I heard someone walking towards me with a slow, pace. This time I was able to shout out.
To my surprise, as soon as I shouted out, I found I was sitting on my bed. The sunshine was coming through the window; the smell of the breakfast was coming through the door; and the familiar morning music was coming to my mind. I ran down to the kitchen and hugged my mother tightly. Everything was so beautiful.