Weirdest for me...where do I start? Ha! Too many to count mis amigos. Let's see. Okay.....
It was dark. I could hear myself breathing I glanced up at the clock and it said 6:25. I figured it was a Thursday and it's five minutes before my alarm went off for school anyway. So, I woke up and got dressed. I fumbled through the dark and ripped my phone off the charger. Dead? I had it on charge all night, Ugh! I forgot to plug it in. Figures! I walked down the attic stairs into the second floor hallway. Nothing unusual. Opened the bathroom door washed my face. And got ready. Everything so vivid. The sun was coming up and the snow was on the ground. I rolled my eyes. Walked down onto the first floor. It was about ten to seven. So I turned on the weather channel 38 degrees not bad, but still really cold. Great! I sighed and let my dog outside. Yep it was cold alright. I let my dog back inside and fumbled through the living room closet for my coat. Where is it? Not there! Damn! My mother walked off with it again. So I grabbed my hoodie and headed out the door. I walked two houses down to my bus stop. Well slid down by the time I made it to the second house. I hit my head on the stop sign. That's just me for you. I stood up and there was everyone on the stop. "Have fun?" asked Dakota. "A blast!" I said back sarcastically. I got on the bus and sat there next to my friend Emily. "Hey can I use your phone to text my grandma. God forbid I don't tell her I'm on the bus." "Yeah, sure here." So I texted her. Telling her my phone was dead and I'll charge it at the office during the day. So Emily and I talked for the duration of the bus ride about how hot she thought our English teacher was. It made me laugh, because I thought he's cute too, but I wasn't telling her that.
When the bus pulled up on the side of the school where busses drop us off. There was this weird man standing there. I had never seen him before. He had gray hair. He was sickly thin and his hands crumpled up in his gloves. Was he new? "Hey, Em, who's that?" "Who's who?" "That dude over there." "I don't know, he new?" I rolled my eyes. "Would I ask ya who he was if I knew who he was?" "I dunno." We walked off the bus and Emily waited on the walkway like she did every morning for her boyfriend. I felt this weird feeling as if someone was staring down at me. I shrugged it off. I dropped my bag. When I went to pick it up I glanced back and he's following me. He's staring at me, his eyes, coal black. I stood up and quickened my pace. I wasn't sticking around there. My mind said "RUN! DIPSHIT RUN!" So I walked as quickly as I could diving in the crowd. I thought I blended in well enough, then I remembered I had grabbed my purple, pink, and blue tie dye hoodie. I went into the Humanities Commons which is part of our cafeteria. I signed in with the school store manager Ms. McCurdy. Just like every other morning. I went up the stairs on the other side of the building that I never go up just because I didn't want to walk back over towards the doors. I handed my phone in at the office and said that it needed charged. I handed them my phone and my charger and the lady kindly said that I should come back during lunch to put it my locker. So I agreed and told her that I would come back during third lunch. I walked away. Headed towards my locker, and he was standing there.
He was leaning up against the locker that was right next to mine. I didn't want to act as if I was intimidated by him so I took a deep breath and headed straight for my locker. I opened it and as fast as I could I ripped off the hoodie shoved my Spanish binder into my locker with the rest of my books. I grabbed my my math binder for first block, my Freshman Seminar binder for second block. My social studies binder for thrid block, and my English book and binder. I was so nervous I grabbed my lock slammed the door. Put the lock on and soon as I did that he grabbed my arm. "You dumb bitch! You don't deserve the air you were given. You have no values!" He walked away. No one noticed but I knew they seen him as he walked away they all watched him. I stood there in front of my locker dumbfounded. It reminded me so badly of what was said to me on the last day of eighth grade. Why did he do that to me? What was his problem? Who was he? I shook it off. I didn't want to cause a scene. I went to homeroom and sat next to my friend. We listened to the announcements and he was excited that it was chicken bowl for lunch. I laughed. I never ate lunch so it didn't bother me one way or the other. First block bell rang and I headed towards my math room with my amazing math teacher. I walked in, no one was there except the teacher and my friend Mandy.
"Where is everyone?" I asked Mandy. She told me that they were all pretty much skipping. I looked at her like she was crazy. The whole class? Wow! "Well, hey I gotta go to the nurse." Mandy told me as she walked out of the door. My math teacher was at her desk. She wasn't looking at me just yet. Which really wasn't unusual she always had a lot to do in the morning because she did accounts for the school store and so she always did work in the morning. I walked over to her desk. "Ms. Hunt?"
She looked up at me. Her eyes red against her blonde hair. "Oh my God! Are you okay?" I asked, wishing I could take those words back. Of course, she wasn't okay. I could obviously see that. "What's wrong?"
"I screwed up, Punky, that's what happened. I screwed up!"
"Calm down. I can help. Tell me what's wrong. What do you need me to do?"
"Kill me! That's what I need you to do!"
"I'm gonna do that! Now tell me what's wrong."
"I think I screwed up! And I'm scared! I don't know who to turn to! Or what to do. Help me. I need to tell you before I explode!" I shook my head "I THINK I'M PREGNANT!" I sighed in relief that problem was manageable. "I don't know for sure. I'm scared. What will my boyfriend think?"
"Well, he's part of this too. So you have to find out for sure. Then you have to tell him. Then you two can decide what to do from there."
"I don't want to be alone when I find out. Will you come with me?"
"Yes, of couse, I will." After that she told me about how it happened. The night at his cabin. She told me everything. Things I didn't need or want to hear. But I kept a sincere face not wanting her to be scared or think she had no one. Then the bell rang and she told me to stay with her. Her entire second block ditched too. Which really didn't suprise me. She kept talking to me and crying. She told me that she was so scared because she didn't want to screw up as a mother. She didn't feel she was ready. I listened to everything she said. Then third bell rang. My friend Josh from homeroom came looking for me and figured he would find me there, mainly because I did talk to Ms. Hunt a lot just not like this. She heard footsteps so she turned her head she didn't want to have anyone see her crying. "Hey. They want you in class. Come on." "I'm coming." She handed me a pass telling them where I was so I wouldn't get in trouble. "Meet me back here right after the final bell." I nodded and headed off. I walked with Josh until about halfway there. When the male social studies teacher. Stopped me he told me to follow him. Something in my gut had a really bad feeling so I objected.
He grabbed my arm. Looked me in the eyes and told me that if I didn't I would take my last breath by midnight. So I followed him even though my gut was screaming, "NO!" He pulled me into the faculty bathroom. Locked the door, and threw my bag on the floor. Threw me up against the wall so I started kicking and punching, clawing at his face as much as possible but sadly missed. When he couldn't pin me against the wall he threw me against a urinal and my shirt was stuck I couldn't move. He smirked. I could feel the warm blood trickle down the back of my head from where it hit the urinal. I didn't cry but I was still kicking. I knew what he was trying to do. I wanted no part of that. He had my mouth covered I couldn't call for help. I didn't cry I wouldn'g give him that satisfaction. I wouldn't.
He undid my belt and my pants. I kept kicking I wasn't giving up. Finally he overpowered me. He had his way with me. Then he threw me on the floor he told me that if I told anyone he would kill me and my family. I didn't so much care about me at this point. I would have rather been dead. But I thought about my brother. I couldn't do that to him. I couldn't. I stood up and pulled myself together. I washed the dried blood out of my hair. And he sent me into the girls bathroom. He told to tell everyone that we went to the library to look for a book and he picked me to go because I was into reading. But sadly we came up empty handed. I was confused. I went into the handicapped stall. I took my shirt off. I couldn't believe it. The bruises on my back, stomach, and shoulders were horrible. How was I going to explain this? I looked down at my leg and realized I had dried blood on the inside of pant leg. It wasn't noticeable because I was wearing dark jeans. I stumbled out of the stall. And it hit me. Shit! I was ovulating. Oh Damn! I didn't know what to do. I figured I'd worry about that later. I went to class and sat down. Acted like nothing happened just like he told me to do. The lunch bell rang and I ran up the stairs headed to my locker and throew my books in it, but kept my cell phone in the back on silent. I went to the lunchroom and a normal lunch sitting at the same table with all my friends pretending to laugh when they did. Then the bell rang and I went back for to social studies for the las half hour recapping the day.
I felt my heart twitter as I walked with my friend Jen to English. I looked at her and told her that I had a bad day and I could feel a panic attack brewing. She told me to keep calm and she wouldn't let anything send me over the edge. We got to English and I realized that I put my stuff back in my locker. I rolled my eyes. At that point I didn't care. I have to English teachers a guy and a girl. They always would flirt even though the one is married. As the class went on things kept heating up between the two of them. Then before any of us could blink they were rolling around on the floor have naked. Having hot passionate sex in front of the entire class. It was like a trainwreck. No matter how painful it was to watch none of us could turn away. The bell rang and they stood up and put their clothes back on and we all ran out of the classroom. Well at least one thing went my way. They didn't notice that I didn't have my stuff.
I ran to Ms. Hunt's room. I got to her room and we both ran out of the school and to her car. We pulled up in front of the drug store and I told her to get me the morning after pill while she was buying out the pregnancy tests. She looked at me and told me that she didn't want to know.
Then that guy came back. He walked by her car and smiled at me. And just kept walking. She got back to the car and handed me the pill. I took it so fast I didn't even feel it go down. We got back to her house and she took all the tests and they came back positive. She asked me what to do and I told her to call her boyfriend. She did and he sounded happy about it. But something told me to get my cell phone out of my bag. I had it in my hand and we waited for her boyfriend in her bedroom. Oddly enough. He got there looked at her called her every name under the sunm and stabbed her three times in her heart. I called 911 and skidded the phone across the floor and tried to run. He grabbed me and without hesitation stabbed me once in my stomach. I laid there watching her die and seeing him run. I could feel the life leaving me. He had hit something major. I felt the life leave me. Then I followed the bright light against that better judgement of mine that was so cloud at that point. I looekd right into it. I was so bright but it didn't hurt to look into it.
I looked back down and could see my body there on the ground covered in blood mine and Ms. Hunt's. I seen her take her last breath and even though I was hovering above my body I could feel the cold as I seen her last hope. I seen this abstract image of what I thought to be her. I could her whisper "sorry". I said "It's not you fault." The paramedics arrived and they timed her death. 3:45 pm. The were giving me CPR. Trying to bandadge the wound. Was I still alive? I felt the world around me get lighter and continued to follow the bright light. I heard them call my time of death 3:55 pm. I was standing back next to Ms. Hunt. I grabed her hand and we continued to float into the far off bright light.
When I woke up. I couldn't feel my body. I felt weightless. I had trouble getting my breathing to calm down. Sadly this is only one of the weird dreams I've had. Any thoughts? Just don't think I'm crazy.
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