Keep Dreaming Up Ways to Survive

Chapter 28

Dawson slumped on his bed and looked at his phone, just swiping through his apps, thinking. Dawson thought about Felix's breakdown that afternoon; it now being late evening, he had to really think to remember it. Dawson then played with his scabbed lip, also remembering the feeling of Felix's lip on his thumb. He smiled at that thought, "So fuckin' cute... But so fuckin' straight..."

Dawson turned over and flopped his head into his pillow, frustrated at his dilemma. The afternoon's events flowed through Dawson's mind, and just then, Ms. Ann flashed in his mind. He sat up and glared at the wall, thinking about her. How she put Felix under some weird spell, how she put her hands on Felix's chest, how she hurt him, how she touched him, she touched him. No matter how hard Dawson tried, he couldn't direct his anger to the fact that she hurt Felix; he could only focus on the fact that she touched his chest. Dawson's anger boiled, and unsure of how to let it out, he started pacing around his room. He felt as if steam was puffing out his nose; he was so mad.

"God... I want her to feel the pain Felix felt... I wish she would leave us alone and... and... and die!" Dawson growled, "Only if I could kill her with my bare hands...!"

Dawson then sat down, realizing how loud and insane he sounded. He racked his brain for ways to get some revenge on her.

"Maybe I could pour some of Felix's globs on her car? I mean, I still got on in my bag...?" Dawson mumbled, looking at his unopened bag, "Or maybe...."

Bzz!

Dawson stopped his brain-storming because the sound of his phone notification caught his attention. He picked his phone up, seeing a text from Octavia telling him to come downstairs. Dawson, of course, obliged.

"What?" He asked, making his way down the last step.

"So a new horror movie came out called... The Possession of King Benedict. I know you want to watch it with me!" Octavia smiled slyly.

"Possession...?" Dawson repeated, walking fully into the living room.

"Yeah, it's about a king getting possessed, and he like trying to keep the kingdom in order as the devil is affecting his decisions. Doesn't it sound so good? Wanna watch?" Octavia asked, turning to look at Dawson.
"Yeah, give me like an hour... I got homework."

"You're doing homework?! Oh my freaking god! Finally! Take as much time as you need!" Octavia gasped sarcastically, "Hopefully, I won't get a call from your teachers this time, hm?"

"Yep!" Dawson responded, running back up the steps.

Dawson shut and locked his door, even though he was 100% sure no one would walk in. Dawson had gotten a wicked idea from that movie he was definitely going to watch. He was going to possess Ms. Ann.

Dawson laid on his bed, mentally preparing himself for the mighty feat he was going on. He closed his eyes and started the possessing process. He thought about Ms. Ann, first her face, then her arms and legs. He felt the familiar, odd, floaty feeling of leaving his body. Soon the other familiar feeling of being pulled back down into a new one came to his mind. The darkness of the transition passed as he opened his eyes to see a living room, nice and pristine. Dawson looked at his hands, seeing slender fingers with bright blue polish at the end of them. Taking note that he would paint his nails when he got into his own body, he looked around. Not expecting a modern house, he was intrigued.

"Probably stole it-" Dawson stopped his insults as a feminine voice came out. He cringed as the sound erupted to his ears, now appearing artificial and fake. Much too sweet to come from an actual human person.

Dawson moved around the house, then found himself in the kitchen. The smell of something good came to his nose, specifically from the oven. Leaning over, he saw something resembling a purple rat in a pan.

"Ugh!" Dawson gagged, backing away from the oven.

Dawson thought of more ways to make her life that much worse, then a petty idea came to his head. He turned the oven's dial three clicks to the right, turning the medium heat into high heat, which will burn the nastiness in the oven. Finding his way to the bedroom, he poured some bleach he found in the bathroom on top of the deep red covers, effectively ruining it. Dawson felt so much joy from his actions that he couldn't stop himself. Dawson looked at the bleach, knowing what could happen if he drank it. But he was trigger-happy; stopping now wasn't on his mind. He smelled it, sloshed it around, and tipped it back into his mouth. As he swallowed, a burning sensation came to his tongue and throat. He dropped the almost empty bottle and started to cough hard. The burning sensation rushed from his throat to his stomach as if the liquid was corroding his insides. Quickly, Dawson put the cap on the bleach and put the container back under the sink. As the dizziness started to set in, he retracted his steps back to the living room. Placing the body in the same position he started in. He returned to his own body, extremely pleased with what he did.

Dawson opened his eyes, looking at his hands, ensuring he was in his own body. Standing up, the pulsing headache he knew was coming then came. Pushing it aside, he grabbed his phone and went downstairs.

"Oh, you're already done? It's been like 5 minutes?" Octavia asked, shocked.

"Yeah, it wasn't much... Movie?" Dawson suggested shrugging.

"Oh, heck yeah! Let's do this before Wyatt wakes up!" Octavia said excitedly.

Dawson sat down, and Octavia turned on the movie. Just as the movie started, Dawson's phone rang.

"Oh, come on! I wanna watch the movie, dude!" Octavia whined loudly.

"Hello?" Dawson answered.

"Is this Dawson?"

"Yes, that's me?"

"Hello, I'm Officer Taylor. There has been an accident."

" .... What...?"