I’m in class. The bell rings and everyone hustles out the room. I have to gather up all my books into the bag, along with all my other crap like my strands of gold plastic beads and red fabric ribbons. By the time I get my mess packed up, the lights in the classroom shut off. The only light in the room now is the glow in the dark stars on the ceiling, and my black leggings that also have glow in the dark stars and planets on them.
I look over to the corner and, as my eyes adjust to the darkness, I see a silhouette of a person blacker than the dark around us. I pull out my iPod, unlock the screen, and aim it in the direction of the silhouette. I approach, and eventually my screen lights up Mary’s face. I withdraw embarrassingly and immediately apologize. Anyone else. Why couldn’t it have been anyone else?
I snatch up my bags and rush out of the room, but Mary follows me. We walk through the living room from my the classroom (which is where my mother’s room should be) and make it all the way to the doorway to the kitchen before she stops me. Mary holds up her phone and tries to get me to read a string of text messages and emails between her and some woman. I’m in a rush to get to my next class, and not only that, I’m disoriented that Mary is speaking to me at all. I don’t understand. When my friend Helen walks up to us, the situation only gets more awkward and impossible. Helen says something to the like of, “OH so this is why you’re not texting me back? You’re talking to HER. You shouldn’t be talking to her at all, she’s awful.” I simply say Helen’s name in an attempt to get her to stop, since I can’t really combat her at the moment. I try to read the phone, but my brain can’t fathom the words into sentences.
I pass Mary’s phone back to her and say, “I don’t understand. What does it mean?”
“Cory is dying of a rare heart condition,” Mary says. The words I did manage to glean flash behind my eyes. Cardiac. Rare. Artery. Heart. Terminal.
I can’t believe it. My eyes water up. “Oh, Mary, I am so sorry,” I say and try to give her a hug that will comfort the both of us, but she pushes away from me and runs down the hallway again. She goes into her fox form, and hides in the doorway of my mother’s bedroom.
I go back into the kitchen, out of her sight, and collapse to my knees, sobbing as quietly as I can force myself. Cory. Our Cory, is dying. He’s… dying. I can’t accept that awful thought as the truth. Helen stands nearby and just stares as I try to force myself to stop crying. I finally, painfully, manage to make myself stop. Shutting off a part of myself, blocking the emotions, masking, concealing. I stand, and walk past Helen who says nothing as I go downstairs. As I climb down the steps, my phone starts to ring. I at first think it’s a text that I can silence using the side buttons, but when I hit them, the ringing persists. Which means, I’m getting a call. Right now? I should be in class right now, why am I getting a phone call? I manage to set my phone to silent.
The back room is my next classroom, with Mr. Donie. I’m clearly the last person to arrive to his class. I ask him if I can go to the bathroom before I even get seated, talking over a student that is trying to read something out loud. He gives me a dirty look, but allows me to go for the sake of me not interrupting his class any further than I already am.
I think about going into the bathrooms to take the call, but my voice will carry right into the classroom, so I walk into the main area of the basement where my voice will at least not echo. I finally answer the still incoming call, from my dad no less, and say, “What the hell? I’m supposed to be in class, why are you calling me?”
He yells at me for asking him that, and I decide to start climbing the stairs to get as far away from the class as I can so they won’t hear. When I get up to the kitchen I hang up, since my dad is standing right there next to the sink. I can hear my mom deeper in the house talking on the phone to my granny. He tells me he saw the news on Facebook, about Cory. He offers to take me to lunch or something. My eyes start to water again. I get a lump in my throat and I try not to sob. I mutter out that class will be done in thirty minutes or so. He says he’ll take me out of class early. He also says we don’t have to go to lunch if I don’t want to, because it is freezing out and all, but I do want to go. I tell him I do, that it will help me not think about it. I’m dangerously close to crying. He says we’ll go pick up some chili and sit on the beach to eat. [End]
Relative to Real Life~
Night of March 7th, 2014
Real-life characters: Mary, Cory, Helen, Mr. Donie, Mom, Dad.
Dream-created characters: Student trying to read.
Real-life places: My house.
Dream-created places: Classrooms in my house.
Different than real life: I haven’t spoken to Mary in three years, Mary does not turn into a fox, I don’t know Helen in real life, I haven’t seen Cory in three years, as far as I know Cory does not have a heart condition, I haven’t seen Mr. Donie since I graduated high school three years ago, my dad’s never been in my house, I don’t own glow in the dark leggings though I have a pair that I want to buy.
Precognitive: No experiences.