It's silent. Well, other than the sound of constant typing, crumpiling chips and the humming if computers. I'm so board! Dozens of students cramming what they can, writing and rewriting again. What a waste of time. Mid terms are around the corner, stress and anxiety suffocate the students who didn't seem to care until the last minute. I was here with my friends but they have since left. I stand to catch a glimpse over the barriers, out the window, it's dark already. I'm ment to be walking home. I pack up my stuff and walk towards the door. Instantly I feel the frost in the air, shivers are shot down my spine. I tuck my self into my scarf, quickly feeling relief from the outside air. The street lamps have dimmed with age and flicker when someone walks beneath them. The trees wine when whispers are being blows through their branches. The flickering lights becomes more frequent and the subtle humming of life fizzles out. It's suddenly silent. I look down to my feet, the floor beneath me, warped before falling away. Gravity takes over, my vision is blurred, my heart is going crazy while I drop until my feet land on what I assume to be ground. I'm in a cold sweat, I can feel my pale face. My mind is flooded with echoes of voices, whispers, screams, muffled and indecipherable. I reach for my lighter trying to illuminate my surroundings and grasp what situation I am in, although all i can see is myself and the empty vastness surrounding me. Foot steps. I freeze and huridly put out the flame that must have made some one aware that I'm here. My feet are moving on their own, I'm sprinting. I don't know where I am, but my body decided that it can't move any more. Am I safe? Rays of light rise from the ground, quickly making the space I'm in bright and finally I can see where I am. I'm shocked, the flickering lights and faint humming of life, is back. I try to walk towards but my knees give out and I fall forwards. Tears fall down my face in defeat while I get back up to my feet. With next to no options without visiting a phsych hospital, I walk home as though nothing has happened. I look across the street to a light post, plastered on it is a missing person poster. I look around and notice them every where, I walk up to one and, it's got my face on it. People must have noticed, a group is forming around me, people filming or calling the authorities. I panic, what else is there to do, then run. I'm so close, only two blocks before I get home! ...
