I burst awake, my scream muffled by my own hand.
Why, that terrible, terrible face staring down at me. And that poem. It made no sense. My thoughts were interrupted by my moms harsh yell.
"Heart! Heart, you are going to be late for school! Heart, please, I know it's hard for you but don't spread the disease to me. Get DOWN HERE." That woman has way to much lung in her.
"I'M COMING, MOM. HOLD ON." I shout back, my voice cracking from my screams in the night.
The dream already forgotten, I jump out of bed and after grabbing my uniform I head off for a shower. Once I freshen up, I take the spiraling wooden staircase steps by two, run to the kitchen to grab a piece of toast and out the door I go, my mothers lungs following the entire way.
Using one of the few skills I have, I sprint down the street to my bus stop and out in front of the ready to leave bus.
"By god, Heart, please start being on time! I can't keep waitin' around all day, waitin' for you to show up and jump in front of my bus, like you want to be ki-"
"Right, sorry, won't happen again, hi, and thanks for waiting." I scramble onto the bus, and walk to the very back, ignoring the stares. The "hidden" glances, the whispers. Going to the back of the bus, which was oddly almost empty, I sat down and tried to ignore the attention by plugging my earphones in, but even music can't save you from eyes. The feeling of people staring at me had my hands itching and I felt over whelmed, I had no where to look but out the window. I could still see them staring from the corner of my eye and could feel the pierce of a hundred eyes.
