Black and Wight

*dream*

A table- too white, too perfect, too circular.A window- just plain glass- but can't see through it. Crowd of silent girls and boys- too silent. Bright, piercing light everywhere- too blinding.

Suddenly a scream- a woman's scream- a scream of loss and grief and pain. So loud that it seemed the very glass should shatter, that the lights should dim with sympathy with the woman.

But the children do nothing. They do not turn. They only stand- without emotion, feeing or awareness. They stand as if the world has turned black, with no colours, nor sound. Nothing. They don't even flinch.

The woman starts screaming again, with more pain than anguish this time, and a whole chorus of such voices start too. The very sound could drive one to madness, to death, just to drive it out.

But the children still stand.

Almost as if they weren't there.

*reality*

Brianna's POV

I check the clock. Up at three thirty. Again. I hope this isn't going to become a regular habit with me- seriously, it isn't cool to drift off in the middle of Spanish. I could really do without another letter home. I had that queer dream again- it's kinda creepy. Have I been watching too much Merlin recently?Maybe that explains it.

It's no good to tell mum about it- she is the most squeamish person I know- she couldn't even watch Great Expectations when went to the cinema for my birthday. Obviously I can't tell dad; he's way too busy at the moment. And it's not that big a deal, I guess.

***

Annoying hairdresser. It feels like he's shingled my hair to the bone. I SPECIFICALLY said shoulder length. Not chin length.

Managed not to fall asleep in Spanish- what an achievement! And I really must remember to pick up Madison from school- she's just finished, probably.

Still, plenty of time to talk to Sara on the bus...

***

I can't believe that just happened. That has to be the most embarrassing moment of my life- even excluding when I toppled of my chair in Chemistry. Was I really that sleepy? Did I really have such a vivid nightmare that the bus had to stop while the bus driver anxiously tried to arouse me from my 'faint'?

I'm starting to remember the nightmare now....

*nightmare*