I never gave this a title

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

there was more to it then this i think

Usually it’s the same dream every night, maybe a different scene, but overall the same concept. I profess my love for someone; I go on a tangent about how they give my life meaning and completeness, I brush their hair out of their eye and over their ear. Then they respond saying “do you really think someone like you deserves to be happy. Just look at yourself Francis, I mean come on. You break everything you touch” then I bite my cheeks to focus my thoughts on the pain in my mouth ”No matter how much you change yourself on the outside you’re still a sorry excuse for a human being on the inside”. After that they smile and walk away, leaving me with an all too familiar pain in what fells like my very soul. I turn around and I’m standing on a cliff or ledge that somehow materialized behind me. Instead of jumping I say

“The pain means I’m alive.” I turn back around and see Eliza  

”did you really think you could ever replace me” she says.

Then I jump, and right before I hit the ground I wake up. Tonight was different, the dream started with me waking up in my English class from sleeping. Everyone in the class was reading from the text book. All of it felt tedious and dull, when it was time to turn the page everyone turned in unison. I was the only one not reading. I tried to call out the names of people I knew “Henry, jess, Hannah!!” they were all stuck in a trance. ”hey hello hey”! I started to wander the class putting my hands in people’s faces, screaming in their ears, whatever I could to get their attention. I left the classroom and started to walk down the darkened hallway. The only light that was on was the one I stood under.  When I walked the next would turn on and the one before it would turn off. I looked inside the classrooms all of them had students reading just like mine. It was a school full of mindless repetitive zombies, and I was the only one who was free. I walked down the stairs and towards the front door. By the time I was in the lobby I saw it, instead of doors nothing but a brick wall. The wall itself wasn’t as haunting as the words spelled out in fresh blood across them: Welcome to Hell Francis. I jogged up to the wall. I put my ear against it to listen to what was on the other side, I couldn’t’ hear anything. I lifted my head “what now” I said “it’s safe to assume everyone’s stuck they way they are”. I quickly ran towards all the exits I knew of in the school. All of them bricked up, all of them spelled out “welcome to hell Francis”. “someone doesn’t’ want me to leave”

to be continued


Submitted: January 27, 2012

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Bullet Taylor

i like it.. can you read ,mine please? http://www.booksie.com/romance/short_story/bullet_taylor/the-envelope-by-bullet

Fri, January 27th, 2012 10:24pm

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