The One She Chooses

Kill Thirst.

The teacher seems to be talking and going on and on about something. I try to take notes but his voice is too low. I strain my ears to hear but the more I try to listen to him the less I can hear. I raise my hand to ask him to speak up. The teacher ignores my hand although I’m the only one in class. I know he sees me. I go to speak his name when nothing comes out. I begin to panic. I know I can talk and I know I can hear. I know I’m not invisible. So why does he continue to ignore me? A loud thump against the door distracts my thoughts. The door slowly opens. A group of three boys walk in. I know two of them. Luke and Chris, but one of them I cannot place, I’ve seen him before but I just can’t remember where. Luke and Chris take a seat in the front of the classroom along with the strange mystery boy. I try to call out their names but yet again I am mute. The teacher talks to them but I have no idea what he’s saying. They all glance back to me and look at me. This is getting weirder and weirder by the second. I attempt to get up and leave the room that is filling with awkward tension, but I can’t move. My legs won’t move. I thrash my upper body but I can’t seem to budge, not even a little bit. In the middle of my tantrum the door slams open causing me to freeze in my spot. A large male in a black hood joins us in the room; he is looking down preventing me from seeing his face. Instead of taking a seat along with the other boys in the room or by himself, he sits in the desk next to me. I stiffen in my seat; I can feel the cold radiating off of him. He is like a freezer; I can feel the Goosebumps rise on my skin.

“Join me” the male next to me whispers.

“Huh” I manage to speak, forgetting that a moment ago I was mute

“Join me” his words stern and filled with power. With those last words he removes his hood and faces me revealing his burned sunken in face and his hypnotizing green eyes, he holds his hand out for me to take. I reach out for his hand not knowing if this is right or wrong.

Waking up I stretch out in my bed. My alarm hasn’t gone off but I know it’s almost time to wake up. I unlock my phone squinting at the blinding light to discover that it is 5:30. Now I have a very important decision to make. Sleep for 15 minutes, or get up. Without a second thought I literally jumped out of bed. If I decide slowly I’ll second guess myself.

Grabbing my bathroom toiletries I skip happily to the bathroom. Letting the hot water run over me, the dream that I had crossed my mind. That dream was weird. Wait I said ‘that DREAM’ not nightmare. Oh my, I didn’t have a nightmare last night. I can’t remember the last time I had a dream. It was normally either a nightmare or blackness. But never a dream, Wow.

The water ran cold and I got out wrapped the towel around my body and proceeded back to my room.

I Snatch a uniform out of my closet and throw it on the bed before sitting on my bed letting myself air dry. Sometimes I get a feeling that my dreams, well nightmares mean something but I can never seem to place a finger on it. Before the last couple of months I dreamed, I dreamed of things that were exceptionally normal. Like of running through the woods, gazing at the sun shining through the tree tops, or seeing Channel marry this guy, even helping Brad chase two little boys around a huge house. But until now I dreamed of this mysterious Burned guy who beats me up, stalks me and even one time kills himself, In front of me. Why all of a sudden is this burned guy becoming sensual? What the hell does he mean by join me? I’m not joining shit, especially after he beat me up a few weeks ago!

Candice stop talking to yourself about a character that your brain made up.

I look at my phone again to check the time.

Its 6:30, shit. How long was I out of it just thinking?

I stand up and drop my towel; I rush over my drawer looking for a pair of undies to wear for the day. What the hell. I can’t find any. Oh, the struggle. I search through another drawer to find a pair of lacey pink thongs. I pick them up and have a mini debate whether to wear these or go commando. It’s either this or nothing.