Dream: Stand

It was halfway through the protest where everything went wrong. People started throwing bricks at your fellow protesters, a girl with blonde hair getting hit in the head, falling to the floor with an audible thud. You immediately went over to her, trying to wipe away blood with your sleeve and doing your best to help her while the other protesters surrounded you, acting as a shield. You gestured to a short man who picked her up, leading to the shield moving on.

You stayed on your knees, watching as the group was bombarded with various throwable items, from bottles to more bricks. The display of **** was horrific, filling you with a sense of pure, genuine horror.

The plan wasn't to end up in a miniature civil war, it was just to try to change something. Sadly, you were stuck watching as your friends and fellow protesters were attacked, attackers grabbing and pulling people away to beat them. All you could do was watch as your best friend, Mark, was hit over the head with a metal pipe, and dragged into an alleyway, followed by a scream.

This was it. Ground zero. Your plan to change society for the better reduced to rubble. A man in a gas mask wielding a baseball bat approached you, laughing. He crouched before you, inspecting your blank, expressionless face and smirking under the thick leather.

He stood. "Bang."

The last thing you felt was the baseball bat smashing the side of your head.

It was over.