Back To Reality
The room was dark and there was no sound to be heard. My eyes were adjusting tot he dark space and I could finally see a little. I saw a desk in front of me, then I realized where I was. School, the place I hate the most. There was a time when I liked school but that was a long time ago. Now I even hate it when someone mentions the crappy prison. It’s a prison where the teachers write your future. They don’t care about what you want or think, all they want is their salary. But anyways when I realized I was at school I stood up and looked for a lightswitch. I carefully made my way to the wall and walked towards where I knew the door was. Instead of finding the lightswitch I found the door and opened it. I stared at a hallway with a light flickering in the back of it. I heard some of my classmates laugh so I ran towards the source of the laughter. I opened a classroom door and saw my classmates standing in a row. Their eyes were fixated on me, which got me confused. I took a few steps closer to them and asked what was wrong. No one answered and suddenly the room turned black. I heard a voice, it was humming a familiar song. It was one of those melodies that makes you silent. The voice came from everywhere so I just stood there and listened to the humming. It made me think of my future which got me back to the past. Living is hard, going trough the troubles of your life is so painful. I thought of English class, when I was reading Hamlet. The teacher explained that Hamlet had suicidal thoughts but he was scared of the afterlife. Because it was unknown, Hamlet was scared of flames that would be burning him alive. I didn’t think that was. I never believed in anything after life, only death. I wouldn’t have to deal with anything that don’t want to.
It’s so attractive to sleep forever. As I went through all these thoughts I realized I was back in my classroom. The light was on and my history teacher was sharing his knowledge about the Cold War. Another thing I find stupid, it’s a war that is said to have ended but no war ends entirely. People don’t change, there are always cockroaches behind the corner. I wanted to stand up, something told me I had to get away from that room, from those people. I tried but someone pulled me back. It was a boy from my class, I told him to let go but he had tears in his eyes and pushed me back on my seat. I looked around, everyone looked full of sorrow, full of grief, empty of life. Again I tried to get away, I ran out of classand looked for a bathroom. Again the same guy took me back before I could find a bathroom.
After my fifth atempt to escape I finally got away from my classmate. What I hadn’t realized was that I wasn’t at school anymore. A group of people walked towards me, then from the other side the same happened. Someone bumped into me and I fell on the ground. I felt cold as I watched everyone pass by. I looked up and saw a big board with numberes and letters. I was at the airport, completely free to go where I wanted. I stood up once again and ran searching for a bathroom once again. As soon as I saw one I rushed to it. I went in and closed the door behind me. It was silent for a moment as I let out a breath. Then I heard people yelling, it was my history teacher along with my classmates. They were on the otherside of the door, they seemed desperate for something. I couldn’t make out what they were yelling. I was standing next to a sink and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked the way I always looked, which was different. I slowly breathed in and out as I splashed water in my face. I heard my name. Again and again, people were yelling my name. I unlocked the door and saw my classmates and my history teacher stare at me. My history teacher asked whether I made up my mind. I gave a little nod and said I’m fine but as I said that I suddenly felt drowzy. I felt gravity pulling me towards the earth who felt as cold as life once did.
Lucky for me I woke up and realized a way to heat life up.
