One Night's Dream

A while back I had this dream. It was weird so I decided to write it down and finally decided upon posting it. Warning ... it might be slightly melodramatic XD.

It was the usual second story classroom I was in. Big open windows on the left wall allowed the setting sun's rays come in and bathe the room with their golden orange colors. Six rows and desks with six desks in each row faced the chalkboard and teachers desk in front of the room. To the right side of the room was the door that many students entered and left from each day. I sat in the desk third row, fourth desk. For some odd reason this scene brought in a very uninvited nostalgia.

I felt my hand shake and the pit in my stomach grew worse. Rage seeped through my veins like gasoline running through pipes made of fire. Nothing seemed right anymore. How could someone who claimed to be my friend and who I considered the best of them do this. It use to be so different and the thoughts in my head use to be admiration but now were doubt. How swiftly and how carefully planned you shattered my opinion of you. The door to the room open and I see your body emerge from the hallways embrace.

The golden orange lights seeped over your body. I stood up from the desk fire running through my body. It all seemed to enter my tongue and eyes and I looked up at you. "I hate you." I yelled my words filled with wrath intended to pierce you like a sharp weapon. When I yelled at you my voice sounded oddly different it didn't belong to me but somebody else. I couldn't bear to be in the same room with you so I started to walk about. I muttered final words as I was several feet away from you. Your eyes opened in shocked and I knew they had stabbed you viciously. My heart sent a shot of adrenaline through me during that small and brief victory.

Two steps away from you I was about to turn and brush past you but your strong hands grabbed my shoulders. With a strong force you pushed me back. I hit the foot of wall in-between two windows. I looked up filled with loathing. Our eyes met but something was wrong. Your eyes were filled with something more than hurt. They were layer on with submission. The emotions that circled through them sent chills throughout my body. It was obvious you didn't want to be left.

Despite that I stood up and started to walk forward. You grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back into the wall. I felt like your eyes were eating me. I got up again my rage growing. I was pushed back again. I don't know how many times I hit the wall that evening. We were locked into a battle of emotion and of will. Of course I could have just walked the other way but our eyes were locked and silently we were waging a battle.

Thud! I hit the wall again. Your eyes slowly destroyed the barrier that my anger put up. Tears started falling down my face as I slid down the wall and sat on the ground. "How could you?" My voice cracked because I was nearly sobbing. You just continued to look down at me. I looked down when you started moving towards me. You sat down next to me. We sat there until the next day. No words were spoken but then of course those weren't needed.