My Short Stories

Last Night's Dream

"The religious fools will find dreams to be messages or visions from their gods. The (perhaps bigger) spiritual fools will see them as visions of ghosts or something - their mindsets are ignorant anyways.

Dreams are our mirrors. They reflect you, your insecurities and flaws, your desires and ambitions. So after my last night's dream, I swore to kill myself."

My first hour math classroom had only seven desks here, with all of the other 15 or so having vanished. The walls were stripped of their ignored messages, and the door had that portal-like oval shape to it. I found myself caught between my desk and the teacher's, but I would be stupid to call myself one for what I do for my friends. I think that's why I want to be a professor instead.

Here I wore my gray jacket and white t-shirt, my hair tie back into its usual ponytail. My brown eyes had a hint of green in them, and the light from the room was shining a blue reflection from my glasses. I couldn't see it, but I could feel the sadness flowing from me to all my hair, so when I removed my hair tie from this place, their curls were gone, replaced only with a longer, wavier hair.

Today, there were just enough for the six of us here and one left over for whenever she arrived. She won't get here though - she never does in these dull worlds of mine. Perhaps she has found a better world to explore, another mind to infiltrate at the host's pleasure.

When the bell rang, we all walked through the portal-shaped door, and I found myself on a plot of grass by a crossroad junction. The sky was completely cloudy, the sidewalks a rained gray color, but no rain was falling. Cars drove by in all directions, and there was nobody else here but me and the cars. Until she appeared.

She was here in two faces and two bodies - first as the one who drove off, leaving me to investigate my worlds by myself, and second as the confrontational one, for whom I should be equally grateful for, but am not. I didn't need them to be here. That desk could be left empty without their tardiness and that would be enough to remind me how empty and sad they are. I was responsible for everything that went wrong here and there.

I turned to my left to see a mysterious man approaching me. He wore sunglasses, a black hat and a large black trench coat. He held a syringe in his hand, and for the first time here, I smiled. I let him inject me with it, and collapsed to the ground, crying over what was about to happen. I wish they were real tears I could bring to the "Morning".

The rain began to pour, and the girls ran across the street, panicking, just as I wanted them to. After I cried briefly, I stood up, with my eyes still shut, but I still knew what was going on out there. The man with the syringe vanished.

Green began to color my black hair, fading and flowing in and out, glowing. I opened my now-fully neon green eyes, and from here on out, I knew my frown would be locked in place.

I stuck my hand out to the unimportant buildings surrounding these roads. A green glowing flare began to circle it, and the building was obliterated in a large blue explosion. I could walk around now, free of responsibility and enemies, thanks to the man with the syringe.

After a few minutes of more destruction, I passed out, and woke up to the police scene of the destroyed area. They knew who I was - I was not just some victim, they could see it from the remnants of green still in my hair. The only thing that might make me truly sad right now was if the girls had gotten caught up in all of this, but they hadn't.

They were standing next to me, telling the police about the man with the syringe and how he started this all. It wasn't incorrect of them to say that, but all it did was unlock the sad, destructive potential inside of me. I went along with it, and blue tears began to fall from my eyes. A missing smile formed on my face, knowing that whatever hell I cause is all to blame for the man with the syringe.

"When I woke up, I found the smile I was looking for, the tears still on my face without their blue tint. The smile proved everything I needed to know, that I was not a man but a boy. A boy who wants to be free of responsibility. A boy who wants power granted to him, unaware of the strength held back. A boy who's best contribution to the world was to kill himself."