Sometimes I take a little break in between classes. It’s not like the teachers mind, this life isn’t anything like how they try to “prepare” you for. Teachers aren’t going to kick you out for missing 5 minutes of class time. Anyways, while in the red, crowded walls of the bathroom stalls I tried to think to myself a way out. I’ve had several crying sessions in front of my girlfriend about how I wanted to go home over the past couple of weeks, and it’s true. I miss everything and every one. Despite hating them, and how I will never be able to look at them the same ever again.
I imagine myself, talking to the version of this snow haired demon that exists in real life. Sitting by her under a tree or near a pond, telling her about how in the afterlife a demon replaces her – or at least in my afterlife. I’d explain how beautiful and deadly she was, how she tried to separate my true love from me. I’d like to think we could laugh about it, but I doubt she would ever talk to me again after that.
While I was in the bathroom, I could hear soft mutters and distant, shrill cries. I could feel my girlfriend’s hand on my cheek even though she was nowhere to be seen. That’s when I knew that I wasn’t buried yet, I still had time. I walked into the class room where I was supposed to be, but the walls began to breath. My body shook, they were shaking me. The people in real life were shaking me. They were trying to get me out. A kid stared at me, and said something. I couldn’t process it. I couldn’t process anything. All I could think of is “they found me” being repeated like self destructive thoughts.
I ran. I can’t run very fast, but it was fast enough that the teacher didn’t notice. My feet grew heavy as I flew up the stairs, but I was determined to find a way. My soul felt like it was leaving my body. I figured out very quickly that if my soul is trying to leave, then I have to abandon this body so it can find it’s way back to my regular body. There are three floors, so I decided to try and jump off the third one.
Tough luck, the stairs to the second floor was blocked by a group of girls. Their stares had that unknowingness that I hate so much. I back away into a door behind me, and I escaped through there.
Crying, kicking, and screaming to be brought back home, a teacher found me behind a garbage can. I was so close. That was the only adrenaline rush I’ve had since that day, and that’s the only way I can even try to abandon this body. I’ve been incredibly depressed, but now I have some more answers.
- my girlfriend here is not real
- my soul wants to find it’s way back home
- some people – including my girlfriend has found my body