I stared down at the ground trying not to be a nuisance to anyone. All around me people were ramming into me not even caring that I was a human being. To them, I was merely just a welcome mat at the front door to wipe the dog shit that they inconveniently stepped in. It was a typical day at this hellhole. Just how it was typical for my book to be knocked out of my hand. It's not like they stopped to help me, because they didn't give a shit and I didn't want their fucking help anyways.
The air wooshed fast as the people who made my nightmares no longer a figment of my imagination but more of a reality pass by me. I kept my eyes focused on the ground. Focusing on each tile as I made my way to class a pair of red and black, worn out and dirty converse fell into my path. I didn't dare look up. God only knows who is in front of me or why the fuck they won't get out of my way; but I'm going to be late to class if this asshole doesn't move. Unfortunately knowing me, I won't say anything because who even knows what kind of hell they will leash onto me if I get a smart mouth.
After a few moments the pair of converse remain to stay in the same spot. I grow impatient and finally give in. My eyes ever so slowly started to raise. First I notice the denim pants he's wearing. They're raggedy, torn at the knee and washed out. I can't help but notice that they actually look really well on the shit head who is going to be the reason I'm late. My eyes continued their journey and took in the green and red striped shirt he was wearing.
He was super muscular and it scared the shit out of me. It's a damn good thing I didn't say anything or just attempted to push by him. My eyes finally made their way to the face. And oh god what a face it was. His jawline could have literally cut a piece of paper. He had a hard face but a lopsided grin was plastered on it. His eye... holy fuck his eyes... his eyes were basically just a mirrored image of the entire fucking ocean. I couldn't even focus as i looked into them. His tousled hair was a caramel brown that was messy from him running his fingers to many times through it. He was absolutely beautiful. The actual definition of a sex god. Of course knowing my luck, he was looking right at me. I was worried.
Why would someone like him be looking at someone like me? Even with the uncertainty I couldn't help but give a little grin back. He is just so gorgeous. He started to walk towards me and that is when the panic set in. Holy shit, was he really going to talk to me? Me out of all people in this hallway? Surely there is someone, no, I know there is some better looking than me that is way more worthy of this breathtaking grin. Shit, to even look in his eye. Who am I kidding, even to breath the same air as him.
It felt as the seconds passed, it actually felt like hours. I closed my eyes just as he reaches the tile right in front of me. A moment passes by and nothing happens. Another passes by and yet still he has not said anything. I get worried and open my eyes just to find an empty hallway. That's when I realized that he wasn't even looking at me. Not smiling at me, not allowing me to be the one to look in his ocean eyes, it was all meant for someone else.
The bell rings and I realize that I am late and that it was all for nothing. I knew I wasn't worthy of him. Everyone always told me so, but no matter the circumstances I always had hope. I'm not sure why though, I was nobody.
School went on, and it got to the point to where I wasn't even listening to what the teachers were saying anymore. I drew pointless doodles in my notebook that I would probably never finish once this period was over. My mind started to drift off as I thought about what it would be like if I was someone who was actually noticed, someone who people actually cared about, but all I kept seeing were blank images in my mind, because being something totally opposite from what I am now, what these people have made me become for the past 12 years, there was no going back. It was just reality. I am no one, and I will never be anyone.
I didn't even notice that I had laid my head on the desk as my eyelids grew heavier with each passing moment. I tried to fight back sleep as much as I could but eventually it overcame me. I drifted deeper and deeper into sleep. It was so dark that I couldn't even see my hand in front of my face. I couldn't see anything but I continued to look around for any light source. Is this what hell is? Am I in hell in a dream? How does that even make sense? I start to get worried. What if this is how people die in their sleep? They just get stuck in this abyss of darkness in the back of their mind. Now I'm really starting to lose my shit.
Just as the thought to start running crosses my mind, that who even knows what can see me in the darkness that I can't see, I hear shuffling behind me. Oh my god, this is the end. I'm literally about to die in my sleep, and that's not the worse part I'm sleeping in the middle of class and everyone- I couldn't even finish my thought because an icy cold hand gripped onto my waist and pulled me against the front of their body. There was a hesitant breath that spilled onto my neck from the figure behind me. It was chilling, I had goosebumps flared up all over my entire body. They pulled me further back onto them, I could feel the chest pressed against the top of my back. It was hard and chiseled and from what I could tell flat, judging by the details I retained from the mere few seconds I had been in this position, I could definitely tell they were male. Why were they so close, have they not heard of a thing called personal space. Uh hello, you're in my bubble bro.
I could hear faint mumbles coming out of his mouth but I couldn't make out any of the words he was saying. I felt him shift as he bent down and ever so slowly placed his lips on my neck. I about fucking melted. They were soft and smooth and left the feeling of fire upon my skin wherever they went. He made his way from the base of my neck trailing up to my earlobe. He tried whispering something into my ear but i couldn't understand him. From what I could tell was that his voice was low and raspy and it sent chills down my spine. I wanted to know what he was saying damnit! I couldn't understand him. His grip on my waist slowly started to ease up and I was replaced with coldness. I couldn't feel the warmth coming off his body anymore, or his lips on my neck, or even his presence at all. I didn't even know this man but I want him to keep touching me. I wanted to feel like I was worth someone's touch, even if it was a dream. Even though it was pitch black and I couldn't see shit, I turned and ran in the direction that I thought he had went.
"Wait, come back please!' I screamed. It felt as if I had a lump in my throat. I had never been shown that type of infection before, but I know I needed more.
"Please come back! Who are you?" I pleaded into the abyss. I stop and listen for a moment and hear a faint chuckle that was far off in the distance. I scrunch my eyebrows in confusion. Why was he laughing? I stood there for a moment as the laughing grew louder and louder. What the fuck is happening.
Light starts to shine from above and everything comes back into vision. I lift my head up from my desk and realize that everyone in the class was laughing. Did I miss something? I look around and come to the realization that everyone is looking at me. I look down at the desk and see a huge ass pile of drool where my head was laid. Great, just great. Everyone was laughing at me. I was back to the real world now, my nightmare. I no longer had that warm fuzzy feeling from my dream. I didn't have comfort, I didn't have a mysterious guy here to save me. It was just invisible me.
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Invisible Me
Teen Fiction"Great, just great. Everyone was laughing at me. I was back to the real world now, my nightmare. I no longer had that warm fuzzy feeling from my dream. I didn't have comfort, I didn't have a mysterious guy here to save me. It was just invisible me."...
