The hallway temperature suddenly dropped. I pulled at my sleeves, willing them to cover my fingers. A light breeze blew down the hall from behind me. Notebook paper went pass me and as I watched it tumble on the empty linoleum floor farther away from me, the wind increased. Pins prickled at my back and neck, and my lungs sucked in. Suddenly I felt a lump reach my throat, and regardless of all the air rushing past me I couldn't breathe.
My throat hurt. It burned. I swear I was breathing fire. But I wasn't breathing. I was drowning. Drowning in fire. The lights went dark except for one sole middle light. Underneath it was a tall dark figure. She had a real tall hour glass figure, thin and slender, with curves that would've made you cry. Shadows poured from behind her sharply reaching out toward me, making the darkness darker where it touched.
I began trying to scream, I tried over and over. The shadows came closer, nothing came out of my mouth. The fire poured down my throat and into my lungs. The shadows were right there. She began to laugh maniacally. I began to cry.
I was crying out in agony, the tears streaming down my face, my lungs practically smoking. A shadow curled around me wrapping up my body and began to pull me closer. Closer. Closer.
"NO!" I screamed.
Laughter erupted around me as I looked up at the ceiling. The school ceiling. I am in class. I am on the floor. The laughter grew louder and sly comments were made once more. I grabbed my backpack from my chair and ran out of the class, tears streaming down my face my chest caving in on itself.
By the time I made it to my car I was in no condition to drive, but I turned up the music so loud I couldn't hear and raced out of the school parking lot.
I don't know where I was going.
