This one was super cool; even cooler than the old one - did I ever talk about it? I don't think so.
So I will explain my dream last night; I hope I still remember the details. It will be written narrative style because I think it will be cooler, lmao.
Should I give a title too?
Lie.
I was dead late. It was only the first day, and I didn't wake up properly this time. I climbed up the staircase quickly. I even hadn't know how the rules worked here yet.
I was not the only one. There was another student with me; weirdly from the same school as mine. We walked fast toward the classroom's door together and the teachers had already begun the study.
"Oh, dear," the teacher said. "Why did you come late?"
I just grinned in excuse, and the teacher sighed.
"Okay, I know you are an exchange student, right? Go to your own class, your name were not in this class' list."
We both excused ourselves and, once again, walked in the stairs. This time we walked calmly because we know that even though we come late, the punishment would be a long scold from the teacher, and that's all.
"It's different from our school, isn't it?" I said.
"Yes, I like how the rules work here,"
Another teacher passed by us by the corridor. He strangely stared at us. We ignored him, somehow, and I didn't think that my friend noticed his glare to us.
And then something happened.
This teacher -or was he a teacher there?- strangled someone in the corridor. He did it in front of me, grinned like nothing's happening. He smiled like he was just doing something normal than strangling a student.
The way he strangled the girl was strange. Instead of circling some kind of rope around the girl's neck, he kind of ripped the neck into two, horizontally. It wasn't like breaking the neck into two. I could see it clearly when the girl's skin shredded; fresh blood scattered around the carpeted floor. The girl didn't scream. Either she's already dead or she just too scared to scream, I didn't know. She was just laying motionlessly on the man's lap, as he continued to rip her own neck.
And me.
I didn't know why I was alone, maybe my friend already fled somewhere when the man grabbed the girl's neck.
And somehow I didn't stop the man. I only stood up, watching him smiled at me while doing his 'job'. And somehow I didn't feel scared at all. I kept watching him until he was done with what he was doing.
Suddenly the man moved. He ran to the stairs with the girl in his hand. As I said before, he didn't rip the girl's neck into two vertically, so the neck was still connecting the body with the head, but skinless. You could see the red muscles, with blood dripped from it.
Wait. Let me explain where were we actually.
I was on the second floor, with the man and the dead girl. Nobody else was around. It was only us. And, can you imagine a large plaza? The one with a glass balcony? And on the first floor there were pillars that sustained the balcony. Could you imagine that? If you couldn't, search up Ouran High School Host Club's school. It was kind of similar like that.
So.
Somehow the man managed to hang the girl under the balcony. He hanged her like a flying fox across the first floor's hall, and then he pushed her down through the scared students on the first floor.
The dead body hit one of the pillar with a loud thud and her head was snapped into two.
Loud screams were heard by the first floor. Everyone was in chaos. The man, the fucking man, was laughing at them. He thought it was funny.
And me.
I wasn't screaming or yelling at him. I simply did nothing. I just stared wide eyed when the head rolled down on the floor. And the man grinned at me. Again.
I turned my back. The students on the second floor were flooding the corridor. They were half panic and half excited, I was sure. And when they actually saw the crime scene, the would scream and cried.
I walked against the stream. I walked with my both hands covering my gaped mouth. Scared. Panic. Afraid. Another million human emotion that could fit into this situation.
But the truth was -is- that I am not afraid.
I was so excited when the body flied down the rope, and when it hit the pillar, and-
No.
I was afraid, Of course. I was disgusted. Of course. It was a terrible thing to do. That was why I covered my mouth like this and eyes opened wide.
No.
I was not afraid. Deep down in my heart I knew this situation could actually become fun. But I lied to the whole school, to everyone who was looking at me, that I was scared. I didn't know why I did that. It just happened. I couldn't bring myself to be afraid of the man's action.
And when I realized that I wasn't afraid at all, I awoke.
Nice dream, wasn't it?
When I woke up I was like 'Oh my God, that was awesome.'
It was like an action movie scene, the thriller one.
And strangely, the part when I realized that I wasn't afraid or disgusted felt so real. I remember I questioned myself on the dream, 'why I didn't afraid, why I acted like I am afraid?'
Why oh why.
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