Sweet Dreams

Chapter Four: Prophecy Boy.

January 5th, 1995. My fourteenth birthday. My parents got me no presents, (my father called it a "waste of money") my math teacher smacked me in the head with her ruler and kept me for lunch detention for being rude to her, and the monotonous day carried on as usual. Tiring. Lonely. Bullshit. Even so, I managed to keep a good mood throughout the whole day. I felt like I was eight again. Gleeful. Excited. Oblivious. Stupid. Even after the burden of the day, I was absolutely thrilled that night just before dozing off to bed.

For the sake of courtesy, I freshened myself up a bit before going. You know, put on a new outfit, made sure I didn't smell like crap, that sort of thing. I even tried to comb my hair, but one of the teeth broke off and got stuck in there, so I gave up. Now don't get the wrong idea, I totally wasn't doing this because I cared about what Luna thought about me or anything stupid like that. My life is so crappy that I could give two shits less about what anybody thinks about me. I just wanted to not look like shit, okay? Is it a crime to not want look like shit on your birthday when you might be actually celebrating it for once with somebody who you really like but not romantically?

Anyways, I was excited that night because for the first time in years, I finally had somebody to celebrate my birthday with. I smiled at the thought of having a blast with Luna back in the real world, maybe acting like total idiots at my birthday party or something. I chuckled to myself. Luna knew how important turning 14 was, too. It felt like Luna knew everything sometimes. But that's not the point, the point is that she understands why it's such a big deal: because after this point, I only have one more year of this crap left. I grinned to myself even more.

"One more year, one more year, one more year!" I whispered. And yes, I'm well aware that talking to yourself is stupid, but incase you haven't figured that out yet, I am stupid. I wondered whether or not Luna got me anything as I got myself comfortable in bed. Then I realized that was a bit selfish of me to think about. Then I realized, so what if it's selfish? I deserve a gift, dammit, after all I've been through! Then I realized how much of a total asshole I am. Then I realized I should stop realizing things and go the heck to sleep.

Moments later, I woke up in another world. However, it was not the world I was used to. I wouldn't even say it was a world at all. It was more like just a white void all around me. No walls. No doors. No people. No sound. Nothing. I wanted to call out, but I didn't know what I'd say anyways. Who would even hear me? I thought for a moment. Was this what a normal dream was like? Did Candy let me off early or something?

My face heated up, and I suddenly felt an unbearable rage. Why was I angry? Was I just that confused? What the hell was wrong? The loathing I felt was scorching and uncontrollable. But what was there to loathe? The confusion I felt didn't help at all with my anger. The two ended up mixing. I wanted to scream in frustration, and the fact that I didn't know what was frustrating me made me want to scream even more. It was almost painful how much I wanted to make others feel pain. How badly I wanted to kill in that moment. But who did I want to kill?

Myself. I hated myself so much. Everything about me. My stupid little face, my messy hair, my cocky attitude. Cocky? How could I be cocky if I hated myself? The fury of a murderer coursed through my veins. My mind felt numb with pain from this tiring mental conversation I had with myself. It didn't feel at all like I was talking to myself. I suddenly felt my cheek burn.

"Kyle," Candy called sweetly, as if I was some kind of pet. I spun around. She was nowhere in sight.

"Where are you?" I snapped. "What do you want?" Candy laughed. Her shrill, high pitched laughter echoed everywhere and didn't help at all with my brutal headache. I clutched my head. She wouldn't shut up. Shut up already. "SHUT UP!" I hollered. Her laughter became louder and louder.