Short Story

I awoke to the sound of beeping, my eyes needed to adjust to the light of the pristine white walls. I heard shuffling of clothing to my left, I slowly turned my head to see a man with

"I can't wear this." "Then just go with what you have on." I say somewhat annoyed. "I can't go home wearing a boy's clothes! My mom will think I-" "Okay." I say interrupting her. "Then just wear the wet dress, what's the big deal?" She rolls her eyes and brings the dress and her underwear into the bathroom.

The voice immediately woke me up, but the scenery that greets my eyes is a pitch black world. Everything is black. The shocking point is I can't see my body. It as if in this place, my conscious was stranded.

I stepped across the rug toward the man. His cold, dead eyes stared me down every step I took. The room was huge, lending ample space for me to slowly and awkwardly approach. It didn’t help that the rug was

“GET OUT!” “ABBY GET OUT!” “KEREN!” “KEREN WHERE ARE YOU?” were the first few phrases I heard when I gained consciousness that night.

I look around and we are in a large white hallway, I feel a sharp object on my spine and a push, so I start

My eyes slowly cracked open. The light flooded into my eyes, blinding me. I was very groggy as I rubbed my eyes to get a more clear view of where I was. I noticed several cars and trucks speeding by, going the opposite way. I turned my head the other way and saw my friends and all of our backpacks.

I could feel the blood pounding in my chest. Blackness crept into the fringes of my vision. My voice was hoarse from screaming; I didn’t remember screaming though.

You two did see each other again. The normal routine continued, however the both of you actually struck up conversation. You would remark upon various happenings at the academy or his family, and you two overall became very close. Sometimes you would meet at the elm and take a walk to the creek or to the field of wildflowers.

“Yeah, Oku?” You settled back next to him under the warm covers, even though you were extremely warm already.

I took a deep breath and counted to three. Something that I found myself doing quite often. When I opened my eyes I saw the blood dripping off my eyelash, avoiding getting into my eye. The skin embedded in my fingernails was my own and it was not the first time. The place where I was supposed to be safe, is the place I feared most; my own head. Due to the wonders of astral projection my own body is waging war on me, and sleep is something that is rare.

petrified as I screamed in my sleep saying things such as “don’t hurt them!” “Stay away from

As I awoke I had absolutely no recollection of what happened. I feel a tightness on my forehead and raise my hand to my forehead to only have my hand smacked away

The world spun is every direction around me. There was a sharp, shooting pain in my calf and shoulder. I was soaking wet and coughing water, I could hear faded voices screaming. My whole body felt like it was on fire, it became unbearable and I blacked out.

Before I could say anything, the bell rang. He quickly disappeared through the crowd of people in the hallway.