When I was little, at least until I turned ten, I would always have these nightmares. I would dream of my future, of my time as a teenager.  Sometimes I wasn't me sometimes I would be this hideous monster. All I know is that so far at the age of sixteen every single dream has come true. My first job, my first foster parent, everything. It seems that the worst dream, the dream where I become the monster that tortured me every single night has come true. Slowly my mind disappears, slowly I become more and more aggressive, slowly I begin to care less and less. It's taking over but I still have hope because I never saw my last dream, I never saw the end. In my final nightmare, before I turned ten I saw me and it fighting but I never saw who won. What will happen when I make it to the final dream?