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echy-hexi · 5 years

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STORY TIME - DREAM EDITION!

So this is a dream I had last night and can still remember... :(

So this was back in my old school. Context: This was back in 6th grade The school was divided into wings [K-3 in the front wing and 4-MS in the back wing. MS was on one side of the back wing, 4-5 on the other of the back wing. K-1 on one side of the front wing, 2-3 on the other of the front wing] And for some reason, my hair was naturally black so???

So we just came in from being outside and we had an announcement little thingy and we all raised our hands. Then, we all got quiet and then one person inside Mrs Young’s room[our math teacher] started talking and my friend[ima call him Jeffo] Jeffo closed the door. I opened the door before he fully closed it and he got called out and got in trouble.

Then the teacher praised me for some reason[all teachers have a key-] and this girl Nini kissed my cheeks and me being the gay bitch I am started screaming internally and melting inside.

Then it was lunchtime for some reason because that’s before we even think of going outside :I So we sat through and after lunch, I snatched my chocolate muffin and quickly ate it as we headed out. I stood with my friend Faith and we filed out. Then, I tripped and blacked out for a moment.

I got up and raced to my class but I was locked out and there was a curtain there. I put my hand on the glass and a few kids put their hands on mine. I somehow floated to the top of the locker and broke down, crying quietly.

After some time, a teacher walked up to me. I had my head down, curled into a ball. He asked what was wrong, and then I looked down to him. As soon as I opened my mouth to speak, he paled and his eyes widened and he started backing away. I reached out to him then I realised my hands were black and my fingers were long, slender claws.

I jumped down and I ran into the room. Nobody seemed to notice or care. I stormed over to my teacher’s desk and slammed my hands on the table. I demanded to know why I was all of a sudden “forbidden”

She held up a piece of paper. I read it and then the two words she said after made me want to strangle her. “Suicide note.” So this teacher forged my handwriting and told me I should straight up KILL MYSELF?!

I reached over the desk but Faith walked over to us and stopped me, and she pulled me back to reality. I stormed over to my backpack[for some reason we had backpack racks in our class when we have to keep everything except for our work and shit in the lockers] and looked through my bag. Black and white clothes, a black wash rag, and a pair of sandals, as well as my tennis shoes - since I was wearing my boots that day.

I ran away and ran to the gym, trying to retrigger what made me this thing that I was, praying on Shad’s mother that I’d go back to normal. Nothing happened. I was stuck as this thing.

I ran around like a psychopath. I went home and ignored my sister and parents. The next day, I went to school - by parents order, and because I couldn’t afford to miss another day of school.

I stalled in the halls, getting weird glances from staff, pissed glances from older students, and terrified stares from little kids. I stall until Faith popped her blonde head through the doors. She walked beside me. We tried figuring this out, and then I realised. Black and white. Long black hair. Always crying purple. Dead eyes. Taller. Ghostly pale skin. “I’M THE MARIONETTE FROM FNAF-”

I got so many weird glares and glances from students and staff in the 4-MS wing. I ignored them and stared down at the dean. I walked into Ms Johnson’s room[our homeroom/ELA teacher] and hit my head on the projector - from floating unknowingly, getting laughs from people like Destiny, Marcus, Alexia, Alexis, and JaQuan. I roll my eyes and slam the “suicide note” on her desk. “The fuck is this?” I snapped and she blinked and gave the same creepy smile I got from Mrs Young. “It’s for when you finally kill yourself.”

Now, I knew a lot of people seemed to hate and bully me, but they burst into laughter and stared at me with wide-open, creepy-ass, dead eyes. Their mouths wide-open, as if they were stuck in that creepy smile.

I ran out of class. I looked into the other 2 classes, only getting the same look from students and the teachers. Their heads snapped towards the door when I knocked on the glass. I ran out of the school and ran home. I stayed home - and my parents were gone, leaving me, my sister, and a random friend of my mom’s choosing. My sister was sick and COULD afford to miss a school day.

I stayed on the staircase and soon the friend came out. My aunt Victoria. I waited for the stare, but none came. She walked right next to me, ignoring me. She opened the mailbox and there was a single white sheet with...black writing. She stared at it, paling by the minute, then she stared at me. I snatched the paper and read it.

Local 12-year-old LeiLani MC [leaving my real-life last name to initials] found dead in the woods behind LCA. There was a picture of me - in the uniform, with the long black hair, crying purple - holding a note, and a knife.

She ran at me, and I ran. Ran down the streets. Dogs barked at me, people ran at me.

My mom and dad came running, and friends[even those who moved or transferred and lost contact with me/us] started running to. [yeah welcome to my dreams] They tried protecting, but things...people started running at us. Some were zombified, limbs lost, limping down the streets towards us. I ran to the back as my mom spoke. I tried getting in the house to lock myself in the basement, but I couldn’t.

An armless dude was already too close to me and I couldn’t float all of a sudden. I was stuck in the backyard, running to the garage, to the back door, to the back fence to jump over it like I did in another dream. Then. I woke up.

... i can remember this dream of where everyone tries killing me after reading a piece of paper with a coloured picture of me dead in the woods behind my old school that i haven’t seen since last year. every moment. but i can’t remember a dream where me and my friends ran away from home and lived in a treehouse. literally, that’s all i remember.

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