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Cloudy Visions

Chapter 2
Colors


“Blue, Yellow, Red, White, and a bit of purple… Why colors? Why now?” I hushed for a moment and then finally clicked… “Where am I?” This was pretty strange… I remembered my dream of the girl but quickly restrained the thought. I tried to concentrate on me finding an answer... “Agh!” I abruptly realized that I had an agonizing headache… my head felt so sore! What the hell happened?! I aimed at making my self calm, and succeeded. I started thinking despite the hard knocking on my head, Maybe this is a dream? A plain silly one with me sitting in a room with spinning colors? I laughed at myself—real hard in fact “Hah! A room with spinning colors?!” then something hit me. I repeated after my last sentence, “Room with spinning colors? Spinning….? Yes Spinning!” I was spinning!!! And with that single truth, I came to feel the horrible haul that made the colors spin around me!!

I tried to hold my head still with my hands but something snatched it and threw it away; as easily as would I a Snicker bar. Was I that weak? Or was the thing holding me captive in this twisting circle that strong?? I started to panick but knew that that wouldn’t do me any good. Instead, I tried listening to how the thing sounded like-just to calm myself down. I concentrated real hard which was difficult considering I’m being spun around in all fifty of so different directions! After sometime, I picked-up something… It something like, L…am? Or maybe, Sh…a..m? Then it finally came to me!—Sam! It called my name! I struggled to look at where the voice was coming from; surprisingly, it didn’t sound deep, hoarse and mean as I imagined it… rather it was soft, high and sort a sober…
I sounded familiar… Like a girl crying? Like… like… Tanya!!! The room span and I was finally conscious. I wasn’t being spun! I was being tugged at by the collar, which was gripped tight in Tanya’s fist; I was still in the canteen, lying on the floor ragged, with Tanya on top. I felt droplets of salty water fall on my cheeks that slowly slid down my face; into my mouth. Now, I could hear everything my torturer said,
“Sam you cursed sob of a b***h!!!”
“Why in hell were you laughing??!?”
“Hell open your stinking mouth and speak to me damnit!!!!”
Spite the crude callings and boyish speech; tears came crawling down her cheek. I looked around; May, with her hand on her mouth, Renald, which seems to have dropped his lunch, Karen, calmly eating hers while everyone else was in total panic, Jack, had a bat at hand for when things get too messy and almost everyone else at school watching our little struggle. I paused for a moment; Tanya still held my collar. It took me quite a while to process everything, but I finally was able to push out;
“Tan? Wha..what…. You… okay?”
“Hell!!” she shrieked, her voice still filled with sobs.
She continued, “What is ******** Wrong with you?! Do I look OK Dammit!”
Tanya was sitting on me now, crying. She never cried in public before.. What had I done?… A few seconds passed, I got up and sat; Tanya was still on me, still crying. My hand reached toward her face and wiped her cheeks. She sniffled, and at that moment she looked almost feminine. I could feel eyes booring through my back, but I just ignored them and said in the most sincere voice I could manage,
“Come on Tan, don’t be like that. It’s not good to cry here.”
She nodded, eyed me and stood; I followed, hand in hers. We took a seat with the rest.
“Shows over! Get the Hell Out!!” Jack shouted over my shoulder and laughed,
“You got quite a charm for gals Sam!!”
I held my fist out at him but it appeared that I was too late, “Oww”. Seems like Tanya has already done it for me. We all continued lunch wordless.