It was dark. The shadows played flittingly in the deeper corners. A cool wind blew through the miniscule gap left in the dirty glass window, making the curtain dance directly above my head as I lay on my untidy, ruffled bed. The door knocked gently against its frame in the cold night breeze, tapping tentatively, almost questioning me in Morse code, asking to close. I shuddered from the cold and instinctively drew the covers up further and consequently revealing my feet to the demonic wind. I considered closing the window and blocking the night out. I was too emotionally and physically drained to even bother moving. Not to mention the fact that if I closed it, I’d fall asleep. I couldn’t let that happen. If I fell asleep his eyes would fill my dreams. His beautiful face would infiltrate my succumbing mind so easily if ever I were to fall asleep. The dull blue light of a digital clock glowed in my direction. I craned my neck to check the time. It was only twenty-three past one. I snorted in disgust, resting my weary head back into the pillows and reluctantly shutting my eyes. I instantly fell asleep.

My head swirled in dream. The school was covered in fog and it managed to rain heavily at the same time. I was sitting on my blue rotting plank of wood, becoming absolutely soaked. I shivered uncontrollably from the cold. A great gust burst though the fog, aimed directly at me. It was utterly cold, and utterly miserable, and utterly white. I lifted my purpled tinged hand before my face. Waving it about madly, I found I couldn’t see it. I began to panic. My heart raced with the fear that I had lost my arm! I was reassured quickly, though, when I accidentally smacked myself in the face. I flushed in embarrassment, although there was no one around who could possibly have seen. Especially because of the fog. The leafless European tree rustled before and above me in the numbing breeze. I looked up and noticed I could see the tree. It seemed to just have appeared out of nowhere. Little bits of detail popped up all around me. The fog swirled angrily in the wind. Tendrils of mist caressed my face seductively. I drew back in disgust. Yet more familiar objects were appearing out of the fog now. The school was returning to normal. The air was warming up now, and thin slivers of sunlight poked through the misty barrier, gradually becoming wider as they dispersed the fog. I came to a realization as to why they were so aptly named Angel Rays. They defeated the darkness and brought you to the light, as saviours. Glaring at the food stained concrete below in contemplation, I pondered the reason why I was at the school. The fog was almost all gone now, save for a few scrappy remnants here and there which refused to depart. Feeling a presence I lifted my head abruptly. His eyes stared right into my gaping soul from only a few inches away.

I woke with a start, covered with sweat. The wind had died a little, now, and the sky outside had that slight grey tinge that signalled the beginning of the morning. I felt like crap, worse then I had before sleeping. I groaned in repugnance at the dampness of the sheets, almost forgetting what I had dreamed. After a few minutes of talking myself into it I whipped back the covers and got up. I glanced back at the bed, at a small patch just below the centre that was slightly darker then the rest. I was horrified. My face dropped, at the same time my stomach did. I felt sick. What was happening to me? I didn’t even know his name! I hurried out of the room but quickly ran back to fling the window wide open. The stench in the room filled my nostrils with the disgusting truth and I almost vomited right then and there of the carpet. I recovered and though to myself, ‘ At least it might cover the smell a little… ’ The chilly morning air filled the room greedily as soon as the window was opened and the thick, dusty curtains flung back. It smelt better already, and so, relaxed a little, I ran off to have a shower and scrub at every inch of my tainted body.

Shiny white bathroom tiles blinded me when I switched on the light. I blinked hard to increase the rate of contraction of my pupils. After a second of furious blinking my eyes had adjusted and so I turned the loose taps for the shower and began stripping. It was freezing this time in the morning, and the water took ages to warm up. So I stood around waiting, goosebumps crawling over every inch of my naked skin. Eventually, the little glass cubical began steaming and I stepped in, adjusting the temperature to perfection. My thoughts began to wander again. His eyes, his smile, his face. They all intruded on my minds eye. I sighed into the warmth of water, my tensed muscles slowly relaxing in the steam. His thin mouth twisted into a cheeky smile and his face slowly descends. My heart raced. What was happening? I felt a movement below. Blushing furiously I tried to control myself. It wasn’t working. What the fuck was happening to me!? His eyes appeared again, and I closed mine to block them out. It only made it worse, more vivid. The water flowed over me. I began panting. The sickly sweet taste of revulsion filled my mouth. I succumbed. I let go. The pleasure was…absolutely wonderful. I almost fainted with the joy. The taste was good, now. I lowered my head with exhaustion.

I exited the glass shower cubicle and got dressed in my uniform. I checked the time. Seven thirty. Too late to eat breakfast. Where did all my time go? I pulled out my Ipod and switched the song to Every Time by The Frames.