• Broken

    No! I screeched that simple word, but tore from my throat. I watched as the beautiful world that I had been gazing at began to bleed away, as if water was dumped onto a peaceful painting. Changing it into a work of disgusting wasteland. The bright green rolling hills bleeding red, changing; transforming into a plane of bodies, destruction. I screeched to the sky a scream from deep inside, clenching my eyes shut. I don’t want to see! I don’t want to see what’s next. My hands reached up falling onto my white hair, tearing, pulling. Still I saw through my eyes, even as I shielded them with my arms braced in front of me. My eyes continued to watch the small child wail, collapsed upon the bodies of the dead. A wail of triumph. No! Again I screamed, someone please save me! she reached toward me like so many times before, I couldn’t move. I was trapped, mesmerized by the gaze of those damned glazed eyes. I screamed forcing myself to move, bending backwards. It hurt so much, it felt like I was having my body ripped to pieces by the hands of the corpses around me. Still her eyes gazed at my, glazed blue to stormy gray. She was coming, her body moving like a snake ready to strike it‘s helpless prey, the small plain white dress she wore every time I say her caressed her small frame. So innocent but with the air of death enveloping her. She was so familiar. Who was she……. She was……..
    “Miss Colivin!” I jumped straight up out of my rickety chair, awakening from the horror in my mind by the piercing screech of nails on a board. I blinked rapidly, clearing my eyes from the cool wet tears that clung desperately to my doll-like lashes. Taking a deep breath that seemed to feel like swallowing fire down my parched throat. I began to shake as I lifted my small, slender hand to my bangs pushing them out of my eyes and back to the sides so that my long snow white hair held them back. I gazed fearfully up at Mr. Saunters, my graphics teacher, he was glaring at me. Suddenly he smiled evilly. Oh no, no! “Dear Colvin, you sleep in my class again I will! Video tape you snoring and blowing snot bubbles so I may play it for the school festival.” My eyes half-way popped out of my head I swear they did! “Never again! I am so sorry I didn‘t mean to fall asleep! Your not boring I love your class! I‘m not kissing up…” I said quickly the words stumbling out, but he just shook his head laughing out loud with the rest of my small class. “It’s alright deary, calm down you are forgiven by the king! Just try not to fall asleep” Mr. Saunters teasingly said, a smile blossoming on my full rose-red lips as he referred to his nickname. He told us at the beginning of the year since he ruled the class he was the ‘king’. Returning to the front of the class to resume to what he was saying prior to my snoring interrupting him ( I don’t really snore…. I think….). The class settled down with a bit of difficulty, I feared my table partner would pee himself as his head laid against the smooth gray plastic his hair covering soft brown hair covering his face, but the violent shakes betrayed his mirth as his hands griped his sides; the chair squawking like a dieing bird from every shake. As the King began to speak his laughter subsided and he was able to relax but still I was tempted to see if he did wet himself with how hard he was trying to suppress his bursting giggles. Turning my attention back to the present matter of what Mr. Saunters was declaring. “…and so seeing as how I have not given a single assignment for my people in quite awhile I shall assign a nice little essay.” Collective groans played through the room, my eyes simply rolling. I sighed, glancing at the clock and as my gaze rested upon the large blanch white clock the old bell clanged. Whoops and hell yeah were burst through my junior class. Leaning back I stretched backwards over my chair, stopping to stare at the pepper ceiling long strips of paint dangling down like leaves clinging to trees during fall. That dream…