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Heyo, Ash here with another weird story! This came from my poll asking if you guys wanted to hear my dreams, and you guys did want to hear. There are two storys left in this new seris! Good to know that they are kind of creepy as well, so you still have scary stuff to read. (So sorry, my 100 subscriber special... umm, its still coming but i'll probably call it somthing else now! I'm so lazy! XD) Thank you all for 140+ subscribers!
I pushed through the crowd, my class mates all huddled in groups, yet each divided, never together. All of us were gathered, yet never one, always separating each other into singular groups, never inclusive. I skipped from group to group, my mind warily bending to each of their ideas, rejecting each. I fit in with most of the clusters, they accepted me, but I never felt at home near any of them.
They all found a flaw within me, miniscule and tiny, but they would find it. I ran from them all… but I was running to something. To something? To what?
A man. Who? I don’t know. But he is a threat… who is he threatening? My… my friends. No, family, we’re all interconnected. Who is my family? Everyone… right? Luke! I suddenly knew that that was who they were targeting. They? Him?
The groups of unknowing beings clustered closer to their own kind, eyes glittering dully in the wisp of black, all staring at my terrified face.
I finally found him. The man…. The Threat.
He was in a large black trench coat, blending into the dawn that broke over my worst day, my darkest time. The time of my confusion, of my rage, the time of terror, of pain…
The dark man raised the hand gun, and silver and shining, and pointed it at something. Who was…? Luke! The man was ready to cause disaster, his own twisted schemes ready to destroy.
Luke and Hewitt, each rather ignored and judged… people I didn’t know well. But they mattered, they were important!
Hewitt stood, unknowing and vulnerable, his back to me and the black-coat man. Luke stood in front of Hewitt, his ivory green eyes rounded at the sight of… us? No. Of me and the man, we could not be categorized as one.
I ran then, towards Luke and Hewitt. By this time, Hewitt had looked up, catching sight of the man. His brown eyes widened like Luke’s, his terror filling the ones around him. He dashed back, away from Luke, away from the man.
The shadow of the man wavered, twisting away from the felony it was about to commit, but the man himself pulled the trigger. The bullet’s glistening gilt sored through the air, and I knew I had failed.
The bloody scatter blinded me, showing me of what I knew I could not do. Save him. I could not save anyone, it was my fault… the terror and fear reached my heart out, stomping on it over and over again.
I fell to my knees, Hewitt and the rest of my class mates starring at me with empty, yet knowing expressions.
I began to back up, the mist of dark swirling around them and me, enveloping their soul, and…!
I stood within the rows upon rows of people, each waiting. Waiting to see it. What was it?
Luke. The huge black coffin seemed to be somehow too small, for it had to contain all of the possibilities of his life, of his mind, of his world. The possibilities were endless, and I had failed at keeping them alive, I had failed…
The music played eerily, showing what his short, short life had been, now standing at the dark threshold of death’s door. I watched the people dressed in black take the casket full of possibility… and watched as they dropped it into the pit. Earth showered down on the box, finally covering it up, all gone, dissolved into the earth to begin again as one…
I woke up, tears streaming down my face and eyes puffy. Luke! I had to make sure he was okay!
I got ready for school faster than I ever had. I caught the bus, hurrying on it with the worry masking my usually happy face.
People gave me strange looks, yet none of them bothering to ask. I recognized each and every one of them from my dream, flinching as I remembered what their empty knowing faces had looked like.
I got to first period, and suffered through each minuet, waiting, waiting… waiting.
Throughout the day I was unfocused, waiting for the class period I had with Luke. I couldn’t even pretend to be happy today.
Finally, finally. I entered social studies, my eyes desperately sweeping the room for Luke. I found him, sitting next to Hewitt, as usual. He looked fine, normal and innocent.
“Oh thank God!” I exclaimed, nearly dropping my binder. My friend across the room gave me a weird look, and I grinned sheepishly back at her, embarrassed. The entire class had turned to look at me when I shouted, Luke too.
I knew Luke was okay, but I couldn’t seem to shake the feeling… I hoped nothing would happen.
Dream series one: A Dark Gathering
I pushed through the crowd, my class mates all huddled in groups, yet each divided, never together. All of us were gathered, yet never one, always separating each other into singular groups, never inclusive. I skipped from group to group, my mind warily bending to each of their ideas, rejecting each. I fit in with most of the clusters, they accepted me, but I never felt at home near any of them.
They all found a flaw within me, miniscule and tiny, but they would find it. I ran from them all… but I was running to something. To something? To what?
A man. Who? I don’t know. But he is a threat… who is he threatening? My… my friends. No, family, we’re all interconnected. Who is my family? Everyone… right? Luke! I suddenly knew that that was who they were targeting. They? Him?
The groups of unknowing beings clustered closer to their own kind, eyes glittering dully in the wisp of black, all staring at my terrified face.
I finally found him. The man…. The Threat.
He was in a large black trench coat, blending into the dawn that broke over my worst day, my darkest time. The time of my confusion, of my rage, the time of terror, of pain…
The dark man raised the hand gun, and silver and shining, and pointed it at something. Who was…? Luke! The man was ready to cause disaster, his own twisted schemes ready to destroy.
Luke and Hewitt, each rather ignored and judged… people I didn’t know well. But they mattered, they were important!
Hewitt stood, unknowing and vulnerable, his back to me and the black-coat man. Luke stood in front of Hewitt, his ivory green eyes rounded at the sight of… us? No. Of me and the man, we could not be categorized as one.
I ran then, towards Luke and Hewitt. By this time, Hewitt had looked up, catching sight of the man. His brown eyes widened like Luke’s, his terror filling the ones around him. He dashed back, away from Luke, away from the man.
The shadow of the man wavered, twisting away from the felony it was about to commit, but the man himself pulled the trigger. The bullet’s glistening gilt sored through the air, and I knew I had failed.
The bloody scatter blinded me, showing me of what I knew I could not do. Save him. I could not save anyone, it was my fault… the terror and fear reached my heart out, stomping on it over and over again.
I fell to my knees, Hewitt and the rest of my class mates starring at me with empty, yet knowing expressions.
I began to back up, the mist of dark swirling around them and me, enveloping their soul, and…!
I stood within the rows upon rows of people, each waiting. Waiting to see it. What was it?
Luke. The huge black coffin seemed to be somehow too small, for it had to contain all of the possibilities of his life, of his mind, of his world. The possibilities were endless, and I had failed at keeping them alive, I had failed…
The music played eerily, showing what his short, short life had been, now standing at the dark threshold of death’s door. I watched the people dressed in black take the casket full of possibility… and watched as they dropped it into the pit. Earth showered down on the box, finally covering it up, all gone, dissolved into the earth to begin again as one…
***
I woke up, tears streaming down my face and eyes puffy. Luke! I had to make sure he was okay!
I got ready for school faster than I ever had. I caught the bus, hurrying on it with the worry masking my usually happy face.
People gave me strange looks, yet none of them bothering to ask. I recognized each and every one of them from my dream, flinching as I remembered what their empty knowing faces had looked like.
I got to first period, and suffered through each minuet, waiting, waiting… waiting.
Throughout the day I was unfocused, waiting for the class period I had with Luke. I couldn’t even pretend to be happy today.
Finally, finally. I entered social studies, my eyes desperately sweeping the room for Luke. I found him, sitting next to Hewitt, as usual. He looked fine, normal and innocent.
“Oh thank God!” I exclaimed, nearly dropping my binder. My friend across the room gave me a weird look, and I grinned sheepishly back at her, embarrassed. The entire class had turned to look at me when I shouted, Luke too.
I knew Luke was okay, but I couldn’t seem to shake the feeling… I hoped nothing would happen.
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