Ready to go to school?, his mum asks. I guess I have to be, responds the clearly deflated boy.
Like the specter of a shadow of a person, he wanders from classroom to classroom, hour upon hour, sitting there an invisible observer, bored by the exhibition, increasingly fixated on his own self-destructive thoughts. Isolated from others, he sits in the front corner of the class room, answering all of the teachers' questions, so as to avoid the awkwardness that silence entails. Daft questions are presented, though the teacher stands there smirking, clearly content with his own teaching skills. He feels hunger, yet oppresses it, as the thought of food in such dire moments repulses him. He ends up not eating anything during school day, and nearly collapses into his chair, as he seats himself in front of the computer screen. He locks the door.
Usually he surfs the internet in his four essential tabs: Netflix, Pornhub, Facebook and a single open tab to explore the internet if the aforementioned forms of entertainment should fail him. After hours of pleasuring himself, he decides to enter the open tab. A flicker of bright white light appears in the middle of his screen. No matter, he thinks to himself. Probably just a monitor problem, I've heard that those often appear on these stupid Macbooks. The white light persists, and his level of annoyance is kicked up a notch. Momentarily, the room blacks. The computer screen turns off, ceiling lights darken, there is nothing. Light is expelled. Panic grabs him by the throat, as he gasps for air. Darkness extends its long bony arms over his chest and threatens to pull him back into the void. His eyes remain adamantly wide open. Or perhaps not really adamantly. No. His eyes remain open, paralyzed by fear. A flash of light from the screen sends him flying through the room into a shelf, and far into a deep slumber.
He wakes up covered in snow. Upon opening his eyes, a gust of wind immediately blasts his face, and forces him to shut them tightly. It is freezing cold. Numbness sets in his fingers and toes, and creeps further over his feet, legs, closing in on the heart. Ohh what's the point. I can't even open my eyes, he thinks. There's virtually no point to this. If I stay, I will freeze to death immediately. If I rise, I'll probably get nowhere, and perish all the same. Just another bloody dilemma. He could feel his heart beating. If I stay I'll freeze to death in the snow, my booty untouched, blue and cold. I'd probably not be found for months, if ever. Unrecognizable, looking like a blue half-chewed raisin. A chill runs through his spine and sets in him as his body tenses up. Nope, nope. I'll not die out here, he thought to himself as he jumps up to his feet. A surge of warm blood flows through his veins, and he regains feeling in toes and feet as well as fingers and ears. Senselessly he runs, and he runs, and he runs, with the speed of a matriarch of 10 children on Black Friday and the unwavering unawareness of Forrest Gump. He feels the wind brushing through his hair, as his face avoids the marble-sized flakes of snow blowing past. His sole focus is on running. Running so quickly that his body doesn't have time for cooling down or even time for getting tired. After a time, the wind winds down and the flakes of snow land less frequently. He slowly eases open his eyes, to which he is greeted immediately with the sight of melting frost. Skipping the middle step, the ice evaporates into dense steam. Simultaneous with the evaporating ice, green grows from the ground, immediately taking the place of dead grass and shrubbery. Blooms of lilac violets, wild bushes of red roses and teeny tiny pansies sprout from the ground, filling the air with a sweet scent of spring. Trees the size of small mountains spring up underneath his very feet, while hanging vines entangle the trees elegantly as though they are enchanted. But something odd strikes him: at certain moments, it appears that some plants and trees and shrubbery disappear for a fraction of a second, before reappearing as it was before. Deep, ear-deafening sounds cut off this thought. *Thomp* *Thomp* the ground trembles. An uncanny beast appears before him. Resembling a bipedal ox on steroids, with features such as dolphin gills, and a long monkey tail, the beast was quite the curious fella.
