Where to begin?
It was the summer of 2014. I had the grandest of times. Depression, suicidal thoughts, and anorexia. The only thing I have left is Slipknot and marching band.
Our story unfolds as some friends and I lounge in the hallway outside of the band room.
"NO HARRY IS CUTER THAN LIAM" says one of my friends.
"NO NIALL IS THE KING OF 1D!"
Fires back another.
"Corey Taylor trumps all."
I add.
I lay against a wall, with my back propped up at the shoulders. "Come get pizza!" Someone yells from the band room. They leave but I stay put.
I close my eyes, and I sit. Not moving. I start to feel a warmth draw near to my face. I think before opening my eyes. 'Maybe someone drug me outside when I dozed off as a joke?'..
I open my peepers to see something that gave me the jeepers. Fire.. In the high school.
I get up to notice a headless goat beside me. As I stand something flys off my lap. The head of something laying beside me. (Hint: it's not the head of the wall, floor, fire, or ceiling!) As I stand the fire starts to form a star shape. "Oh hell to THA no!" I exclaim.
I try to jump out but I slip on the blood of the goat. My chin and elbows slam against the floor. "Son of a bitch" I squeal.
The fire is almost inches from my shaggy hair. I quickly pull it away. Only to find me back where I was, leaning up against the wall, in the hallway, surrounded by Pizza, coke cans, and friends. And most importantly, not fire.
