deathly love

Ch 5. my dream boy

Ouch! What is that? Something else hit my face and my eyes slowly fluttered open. It was raining. I looked around. I was still in Sherinsville. I was lying on a bench on the sidewalk, but I had no memory of going there.  I stood up, my clothes drenched in freezing rain, and ran back towards my house. I had been dreaming about the mysterious town the entire time.

When I got home I went straight to my shower.

I stripped down and pushed my clothes into a pile behind the bathroom door.

The warm water felt like heaven on earth, since i had been half frozen for god knows how long. I ran my fingers through my wet hair, the water falling off my bare back and chest. I washed the soap off of my face and the rest of my body and turned off the water. I stood there for a few more minutes, watching the water droplets drip from the silver faucet. drip, drop, drip, drip, drop, drip. The droplets gave me an idea. They made me realize something. Each droplet is just a different point in your life, a different thing that has, is, or will happen. Whether good or bad, they will happen. And you cant do anything about it. And for once in my life, i actually accepted it.

When I got to school that day, I wasn't feeling very good at all. I was queasy and I had a headache. But, I decided to go anyway, for reasons i dont know. The air outside was as cold as ice. It was almost as cold as how i felt.

The steps that led up to the front doors of Sherinsville Central High School seemed to go on for miles. As I took the first steps up to the torture chamber people call school, I heard a voice screaming my name. I looked around. There were kids everywhere: some girly freshmen gossiping about who knows and who cares, some senior girls on the side of the building making out while the football team stood, watching, and hooted and yelled some comments, and kids just wanting to get into the school and get the day over. There were plenty of people, all right, but none calling my name.

Even though i couldn't see anyone yelling for me, the voice still rang clearly in my head. It stung my ears, like a swarm of angry bees, relentless.

I pawed at my ears, trying to get the noise to stop. It got louder and louder with every step that i took. It was soon too much for me to bear. I collapsed on the cement steps of Sherinsville Central High School. I screamed as the pounding in my head made it feel like it was about to explode. A crowd started to gather around me, some laughing, some with confused looks on their faces, and others saying things like, "Isn't that the gay boy?" My breaths became more desperate, farther apart. Before I knew it, my vision was blurring and I could barely see anything but black. As the last light faded to pitch, I took my last breath and let go of everything.