The Maze of Halls
Its monday, I hate mondays but today is revving up to be a particularly bad one. So far; I have stepped in dog poo on the way to the bus, failed a pop quiz, and forgotten my homework. My teachers for some reason didn't seem to believe that there was a large Bull Mastiff in my fifth floor Washington D.C. apartment that was keeping me from getting to my backpack.
The bell rang, and I left English to begin the journey to my locker. Then on to 4th period Math.
"How is anyone supposed to get through these halls anyway? It's more crowded than a rock concert in here." I thought as I shuffled over to my locker and unlocked it, I began to gather my things from the chaotic mountain of books, binders, and notepads. I was now in a rush because the final bell was about to ring and I still had to get down the stairs and down another hallway.
All of the sudden Michael Grant, (the cocky captain of the football team, and in my opinion the biggest jerk in school) hockey checked me into my locker
SMACK!
"Get out of the way freak."
He said as he ran away snickering as I knelt down to pick up my stuff.
BRIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGG
"Shit, that asshole made me late!"
As I got up and started limping off to class the lights flashed and then went out. Half subdued in darkness, I limped on. The further I went the stranger things became, the lockers started to disappear until I was navigating through a dark maze of grey brick and tile, (Like an idiot I was still trying to get to class). Quickly the realization came to mind that I may never escape this cold stone labyrinth. This realization immediately startled, panicked and scared the hell out of me. I started to run, faster, and faster until I was in an all out sprint, my feet pounding on the tile
Slap... Slap... Slap...
I turned a corner and stopped abruptly, there was nothing but a wall... looming over me... mocking me... telling me I was trapped forever.
"THATS NOT TRUE I WILL GET OUT... I WILL!"
I was still panting from my sprint, struggling for air. My heart was pounding in my ears
thump thump... thump thump... thump thump... bump bump... bump bump... beep beep... beep beep... beep beep... beep beep...
"OH MY GOD WHAT IS HAPPENING?!" I screamed.
"This has to be a dream" I thought.
Frantically I started slapping my face with my trembling hands trying to wake myself from this nightmare, still the beeping continued.
Beep beep... Beep beep... Beep beep...
Whilst in the midst of waking myself I noticed something, a black scribble... Writing. I looked closer to read my chicken scratch penmanship
Take meds at 12:00
The beeping... That's my watch! I looked at my wrist.
1:45
I felt a sudden grip on my shoulder, I looked up to see Mr. Jackson my math teacher
"Daniel are you okay?"
It was just my schizophrenia. Tears of joy streamed down my face,
"I am now" I said as I started walking to the nurses office "but I have to take my meds".
