nero860
01-21-2012, 11:19 PM
Wicked depressing clouds. Dark dead faces in the halls. Feet dragging, taking me anywhere but where I need to be. I look up. Mouths crescent at me. So familiar, yet so new. I recognize them. But I don’t know who they are, maybe because they don’t know who I am. The minute bell rings. I slowly rush to my next class. I sit down, and blankly stare at the top of my desk. My eyes reluctantly flow down to my demented and weathered hand. I study them, noticing all the little creases. All the bends and pulls. The one small slightly noticeable slit, from when she resisted. That one slit makes that Wednesday night all that more real. I lean back. It couldn’t have actually happened, I thought to my self. I start replaying my dream in my mind. Sweat, warmth, blood. Her wickedly silver hair fly’s, as she is forcefully brought down. The gravel shifts under my knee. I look into her eyes. Fear is all that inhabits her light frosty eyes. She looks deep into my eyes, looking for my soul. Her eyes widen, when she realizes I have lost it. I violently ram my tanto into her soft warm belly. Over and over. Her eye lids start to get heavy. Her hands and arms shoot out. Attempting to stop me. She grips my shirt, then slices my finger with her nail. But its to late. Her life is spilling out. Over the gravel, over her clothes, over my empty chest. I enter her one last time. Then rip my blade out from within her. Cold death now resides in her light frosty eyes. Nothing more nothing less. I kiss her forehead, and say my goodbyes. I cover her up, not to hide her, just to keep her safe. I start walking down that long dark ally. Gravel shifting under my boots. I am ripped back into reality by the horrid screaming of the tardy bell. I feel small grains of gravel shifting in-between the grooves in my boots. I look down at my demented and weathered hand. Studying that one small slit, on my right index finger, first pull, just under the first bend. I see it starting to heal, unlike other things. My mouth starts to crescent. Just a dream, I think to myself. Just a dream.