As I sat in the middle of the classroom, not understanding the events that unfolded just moments ago. I was dead- no, I died, just seconds ago I died; with everyone else, but here I am: breathing, seeing, hearing, and feeling the warm blood soak into my pants. I was dead, but I saw something-didn't I? I can't remember what I saw or dreamt of, what was it? I was dreaming, right? Yeah, I had to be dreaming, no, I saw it, right? I was in a bed in the middle of a snowing forest, no, it wasn't snowing, but it was cold. I couldn't get up, but I was moving, shuffling in my bed. Something screamed at me to get up in my head, but to block it out, I put a pillow above my head, but it continued to scream at me, a scream that was being sucked in by itself. It was odd, the voice was obviously screaming, but its voice was being sucked in by something, like a vacuum. I shuffled in my bed again, but as time went on it silently screamed louder and louder. "You're awake", "get up", "Your awake," those were the words it would repeat to me, never stopping and getting louder. When enough was enough, I got up from my bed, I saw that the bed was white and the forest was dark. The roots from the trees seemed to reach towards my bed, but they stopped making a circle around my bed as something prevented them from reaching my bed. Slowly and warily, I got off my bed and approached the forest. It seemed never-ending: the forest. As I walked towards the roots of the trees, something about the bed attracted me, like a drug that I was hooked on. The bed wanted for me, it called for me, but the forest was right in front of me. I carefully walked out of the circle, waiting for something to happen, but nothing happened.

That is when I woke up, throwing me back into life where I am now sitting in the blood pool of my classmates. I had to get up, I can't stay in this classroom anymore. I slowly got out of the pool I was in and headed towards the door. Every muscle in my body felt weak like my muscles weren't meant for my body. I dragged myself out of the classroom, only to be met with more blood but no dead bodies. The uneasiness in my stomach and my lightheadedness didn't help one bit. I could barely walk, everything in my body hurts, but I continued forward. I leaned against the wall for support so I don't fall over into another puddle of blood. The stairs were just down the hall to the right, from there I can get to my motorcycle and left, I. I don't care if there are survivors, I need to get out of here. I opened the stairs door and went down them, it wasn't an easy task, but I did it.

I'm on the bottom floor now, next to the office. The office lady was slumped back on her chair dead; I looked down at her abdomen; she's been cut open and all her insides were slowly falling out. I nearly puked when I saw her cut open, I never was a fan of anatomy. I stumbled over towards the exit; just as I was about to open the door, a low growling was behind me, freezing me in place. It sounded like a rabid dog, but the blood and bodies I've seen, along with the uncertainty of what was behind me scared me to my bones. I turned around and saw a dog, bigger than any dog I've seen before: it was as big as a rhino and probably had the strength of one too. That dog thing- whatever it was, was looking at me up and down, examining me, with its red eyes. Yeah, that's no dog, and I need to get the fuck away from it. I grabbed the door handle and waited for the right time to run away, but that thing just watched me, and when it took its first step towards me, I hauled ass. I tackled through the door like a football player and ran away; that dog fucking exploded the door and ran at me. I've never seen the power of a rhino, but they don't make DOORS FUCKING EXPLODE. I already had a distance gap between me and the monster, but I know it will cover that distance in a few seconds, so I took a quick left, making the monster skid across the concrete. That's when I saw the snack shack: a small building that will protect me from not dying within the next 2 minutes. I sprinted towards the shack, I felt and heard the thumps from the dog's paw smashing against the ground, but I'm right there, so close to the shack. I jumped through the window, crashing against the hot dog machine (glizzy maker 2000), and landing on the desk opposite to the window I jumped from. I look up and see the monster just about to collide with the shack. I braced myself for impact, I covered my head with my arms and went into a fetal position. This dog barged through the snack shack, breaking everything and in the process kicking me 20 feet from the shack. I skidding like a rock thrown on a lake; I laid face down on the concrete and my arm under my body. I had the air knocked out of my lungs, and I was once again lightheaded, but my adrenaline forced me to stay awake and keep moving. I pushed myself up from the concrete ground, first to my knees and then up to my feet. I turned around to look at the snack shack, it was all destroyed; the only thing that stood was one of the walls, that had its top left corner ripped out. Where was the dog? That's what I thought to myself; I saw it laying on the ground, it wasn't breathing. Was it dead? Something was penetrating from its head, it made the dog look like a unicorn, but when I squinted my eyes I saw that it was a steel pipe that is inside the concrete that stabbed it. Must've been when it rammed itself into the snack shack. That's what it gets for breaking the snack shack. I turned around and headed to my bike, my only goal is opening the gate and getting the hell out of here. I went over to my bike and pushed it towards the gate, I didn't want to make much noise by cranking it up in school because who knows what other monster the noise will attract. I grabbed the gate and pushed it open enough to fit my bike, and I rode off. I left that fucking massacre; I didn't see anyone else alive; I was the only survivor to my knowledge, and I hate that I didn't go back and save anyone that might have been alive, but I have to worry about myself because whatever happened in school, wasn't natural.


I forgot my helmet at school, but whatever, it's not like I'm going back there. After what I've seen, questions would pop up in my head only to be forgotten. I almost crashed multiple times, one of the cars that were victim to my poor riding was a mini cooper, when I looked behind to see the driver they were fully encased in a cloud of black smoke, that tingled as they floated away. It was like that for all of the drivers I almost crashed into. I was hallucinating now, which didn't help my current situation. Nonetheless, I continued riding towards my apartment, weaving in and out of traffic.

By the grace of God, I somehow made it home, I parked my bike where it normally goes and headed upstairs to my apartment. I didn't rush up the stairs, instead, it was sluggish like a drunk man walking home late at night, but like a drunk man I tripped going up the stairs. I tried getting back up but my legs refused to move; fucking perfect. I didn't bother getting back up, I stayed on the stairs letting my mind stay in its blank state, where I thought of nothing: a void. I fetched in my pockets for something to smoke; anything would do at the moment, what my fingers found was the dap pen I used before going to my history class. I pressed the cart to my lips, but I dropped the pen down the stairs. Damn, my hands are shaking, but as I slowly left the nothingness my thoughts were in, I realized my whole body was shaking, and a trickle of tears stained my face. I guess it took a toll on me, the events at school. I tried getting up again; I grabbed the railings and pulled myself up. I walked towards my apartment, I felt the shakiness leave my body, instead, it was replaced with sleepiness. I turned towards my door and opened it, I walked in and closed it. Was everything at school real? My bloody hands gave me the answer I didn't want. I took off my shirt and threw it on the ground. I saw one of my mom's cigarette boxes, her favorite: mint-flavored cigarettes. I grabbed the box and pulled out a cigarette and placed it on my lips. The lighter was right next to the basket of fruits on the table, I grabbed it and lit the cigarette; I puffed on the cigarette and headed towards the shower. I unzipped my pants as I pushed through the shower, and took off the rest as I walked into the shower. I turned the nob; my skin was met with cold water, I turned the nob but the water wouldn't get hot. Nothing I can do except wash out the blood from my body.

When I finished taking a shower I grabbed another cigarette and lit it. I grabbed a towel and dried myself off; I looked in the mirror and saw myself, there were these big dark circles under my eyes and the gold Cuban link was still surrounding my neck, it reminded me of school, I wanted to rip it off my neck, but I didn't, maybe I didn't want to forget. I need to sleep, maybe I'll wake up from this nightmare. I left the bathroom and headed to my room; my bed called for me. I took the towel off and went to my drawer and grabbed a pair of underwear. I put it on and fell onto my bed, instantly falling asleep. Who knew that my sleep was just another symbolic reference to my dream, how I'm leaving my comfortable lifestyle of drugs, sex, and immoral fun. Who knew that In my previous dream, where I left my tempting bed into the eerie forest, was going to be another reference to my future- just another prophecy.


The dream continued, I was outside of the circle surrounding my white bed, now in the forest. I felt the roots under my feet, how they tangled with each other making a layer of wood above the dirt. I couldn't see very far, only what was in front of me despite the full moon shining brightly. I walked forwards into the thick nest of trees. Something inside of me told me not to go in there, but my curiosity got the better of me. So, I continued forward, rejecting my gut feeling of danger. I squeezed in between two trees and under a few branches as I went deeper into the forest. As I trekked, the forest got thicker and darker, it was getting to the point where I was getting a bit claustrophobic. The air is becoming heavy, really heavy, I struggled to do the simple task of breathing in. I bumped into a tree and tried to find a way around it, but I couldn't, I was only met with more trees. I began feeling the trees trying to find a small hole to go through, that's when I found an opening that was on the ground. I went in headfirst and began crawling through the hole; the ground was muddy, sucking in my hands and feet. The hole was barely big enough to fit me; I couldn't even bring my arm down to my legs. It felt like this forest went on forever, and this hole made it feel like an eternity. My hands felt something sturdy, and I cursed at myself: roots from the trees. I pushed the roots aside with all my strength, but they would barely budge, I continued pushing them and trying to crawl through. Getting through those roots wasn't an easy task at all, the mud and cramped space made it harder. Nonetheless, I got through them and continued. As I went deeper into the hole it got more compressed, and a lot harder to breathe in-this forest is something else. I won't stop though, I want to know what's outside of this forest. I crawled for what felt like hours on end- I'm losing my mind, but I can only crawl, it's the only thing I can do now: crawl. My muscles didn't hurt, neither did my hands or feet, I just felt the mental strain of being in a tunnel where I can't see anything; I only felt mud, wet mud. Then I saw it: light. Just at the end of this godforsaken tunnel, there's light. I hastily crawled towards the light, it was my only hope in the darkness. Just as I left the tunnel, I woke up.

I wasn't home, no, it's loud, very loud. Bright lights are flashing everywhere with different colors: red, purple, pink, violet, and white. I felt a vibration against the floor like things were jumping or falling on it. When I had control of all of my senses, I knew where I was at, Curly's Club, the same club Dominican Ricky talked about two days ago. How did I get here? Wasn't I sleeping just moments ago? I fetched my phone in my pocket and checked the time, it's 7 in the afternoon, a whole day has passed. How the fuck did I get here at Curly's club? I got up from my seat, I fell from my seat because it was a high seat and I thought it was a low seat. I felt dizzy, incredibly dizzy like I was drunk. I looked back at my desk and saw a bottle of rum and glass, I sighed knowing the reason for my dizziness. I grabbed the bottle of rum and headed for the exit; how I got the bottle of rum I have no idea. I push through the doors of the club and head out, with the bottle of rum in my left hand. The bouncers don't seem to care about the bottle, so I just played it off like it didn't matter and headed off. I felt something in my pocket, I pulled it out and it was my mother's cigarettes, naturally, I got one and began smoking it. I walked down the dark street with a cigarette in my mouth and a bottle of rum in my hand, I don't look suspicious at all. I turned the corner, I felt like someone was behind me, so I held back and waited for this person to appear, but no one came. I looked back into the street and headed home. Now that I think about it, why did I bring the bottle with me? Either way, I need to get home, the bottle isn't my biggest concern. I glimpsed behind me to see if anyone was there, but I saw no one. Maybe I'm being paranoid, I bumped into someone who scared the shit out of me. I stumbled back a bit and was ready to swing this bottle at them, but it was just a woman, a beautiful woman. She had black hair, and these bright blue eyes, her lipstick was red and she had this aura that made me unable to look away from her. She was taller than me by a couple of inches, keep in mind I'm not tall, I'm around 5'8.

"Sorry," I slurred my words a bit, "I-I wasn't looking ahead of me."

"Don't worry," her voice, holy shit was the only way to describe her voice, "I wasn't looking where I was going either."

"Yeah," I was so enraptured in her looks and voice, but I snapped out of it, I had somewhere to be, home, "Well, I hope you have a good night." I walked past her and continued walking home.

"Excuse me, do you, by any chance, have a smoke?" She asked. I stopped in my tracks and pulled out a cigarette and gave her one. I pulled out my lighter and lit her cigarette.

"It's mint-flavored, the cigarette," I said, I put the lighter back in my pocket. I realized she was wearing expensive clothing and jewelry.

"So, what are you doing out here so late at night?" I asked, she's wearing luxurious brands like Louis Vuitton and a necklace that had a diamond pendant.

"Why are you asking? Worried that I'm going to get robbed?" She has a smile on her face like she's teasing me.

"Well, you're wearing Louis Vuitton, a diamond necklace, and walking alone at night in New York City."

"So you are worried?" I didn't respond to her and instead smiled at her, "So what're you doing at this time?" She asks me.

"Just heading back home," I replied.

"With a bottle of whiskey?"

"Rum, but yes, with a bottle of rum I'm heading home. Do you want some?" I offer her the bottle of rum. I know what I'm doing, the fact that I'm able to talk with her means I can make some progress, and maybe get her to come to my house, or maybe hers.

She grabbed the bottle of rum and took a swing. She cringed as she swallowed the rum, but she took another swing at it. She started coughing on the rum, which made me laugh a bit.

"I take it you're not much of a drinker," I said as I grabbed the bottle and took a drink. I could taste her lipstick on the bottle.

"Yeah, not really, I prefer wines and champagne," She said.

"Really, what wines do you like?" I asked.

"White wines, I like white wines," She said, she seems like a white wine person, it fits her.

"Really? Me too, I like white wines," I said, that's not true I hate wine.

"It looks like you like rum more," She said pointing at the bottle of rum.

"Yes, I do like rum," I said, I handed her the bottle and she took another swing, and so did I.

"Well, I have to get going," She said, "Maybe we can be in touch sometime soon." She said, and in that instant, she looked 10 times hotter than she did before. There's something about this woman, that just makes me want to be with her, like a spell.

"Yeah, we should, can I use your phone for a bit?" I asked.

"Sure," she fetched in her purse and pulled out her phone, and handed it to me. I looked for the phone app and put in my number. It's an old and cheesy move, but it got the job done.

"Frank Keller," she repeated, "It's a nice name."

"And what's your name?"

"My name is Venus, and I'll call you tomorrow, Frank Keller." She turned around and walked away. Goddamn, I got myself one hell of a catch. The rum did its job by losing her up a bit, and I just had to work from there. My phone vibrated in my pocket, I checked who it is and I smiled, it's Venus. I added her to my contact list and headed home with my bottle of rum. I felt somewhat happy, like when you play shuffle and your favorite song plays.

I'm drained, despite not remembering how I got to the club; I probably did a bunch of things beforehand that I can't remember. When I got home, I took a shower; the water was still cold so, I took a quick one and headed to my bed. I couldn't sleep; I checked the time on my phone; it's been two hours since I talked to Venus. I got up from my bed and opened up my window. I crawled out to the emergency escape and began to smoke. Was everything that happened in school just a bad dream? It had to be; I don't see any panic or news about what happened in school. Yeah, it was just a bad dream or a trip on acids I don't remember taking. That's what it was, just a bad trip. If you're wondered how I got into the club, Ricky had some fake IDs, and that's how we got in. I don't ask Ricky how he gets the things he has; I just take it and go with the flow. I heard the door open; I left my room and checked who it was: my mom. She threw her purse on the table and sat on the dining table. She only ever does this if she's tired. I walked over to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of whiskey and poured her a drink.

"Put a fucking shirt on," My mom said.

"Let me guess," I placed the cup and bottle on her desk, "Bad day at work?"

"It was a good day at work, but that his wife came in today."

"Brizio's wife?"

"Yeah...Brizio's wife." Brizio was a good man, he worked hard for his business, cared for his family, he came from poverty in the Mexican streets. He was a frequent visitor at my mother's bar because of the food; never for the alcohol that made her bar famous. One day, out of the blue, he died. He was murdered by Colombians, I never asked my mother why or how, I knew that if he got shot by Colombians then he was involved in some shit. Ever since then, Brizio's wife has been going to my mother's bar, blaming her for Brizio's death.

"But you don't need to worry about her anymore, she's taken care of." My mother poured herself another drink and gulped it down. She proceeded to pour another one and hand it to me, which I drank. "You don't know Brizio's wife anymore. You never knew her, and she never existed in her life."

"Never heard of Brizio, mom," I replied, I was numb to these kinds of things, knowing someone and knowing that you'll never see them again, they are gone and all I have to do is never mention their name again.

"Good, so what did you do today?" My mom asked.

"Ricky wanted me to go to the movie theaters with him," I lied.

"Ricky? Be careful around that Dominican, he's crazy along with everyone in his family."

"Yeah, I know, he might be crazy but he-"

Something crashed against my head. I fell from my seat, I felt something cold dripping down my head when it reached my lips it tasted like...whiskey? I felt a bit dizzy, what the hell happened.

"Who the fuck are you?!" I heard my mother scream. When I regained my senses I immediately received a kick to my stomach. I looked up and saw it was my mother, with the broken bottle of whiskey in her hand.

"Mom? What are you doing?" I coughed out.

"Mom? Real funny." I received more kicks from my mother, I felt blood dripping from my head and my mouth.

"Wait it's me," I tried to reason with my mom, but she pulled out a gun and pointed it towards me.

"I don't have a son, you have ten seconds to leave."

"Mom, it's-" She pulled the trigger and a bullet shot right past me, crashing through the wall.

"One." She began counting.

"Ok, ok, I'll leave, just let me get my shirt and keys," I said, I walked with my hands up to my room, my mom was behind me with a gun pointed at my head. I grabbed my keys and a shirt and started leaving my house.

"Who the fuck are you?" My mom asked me.

"It's me your son."

"Don't play games with me, are you Brizio's men?"

"Brizio? No, I'm not-"

"Don't fucking lie to me or I swear to God I'll shoot your fucking head off!"

"No, I'm not-" All I heard was the gunshot and everything went dark, very dark.

I was all alone, in this vast dark place. I couldn't see anything, I patted on my chest and I could feel, I could hear my heart pounding on my chest, taste the saliva in my mouth. Is this death, my punishment? I'm all alone, in a dark place, this has to be my punishment of all the wrongdoings in my- the jingle of chains filled the dark place. I turned around to see someone chained up, he was on his knees with his arms suspended up by the chains. I walked towards him, somewhat scared of what he is going to do to me. When I saw his legs, they were nailed down, one nail in each of his Achilles heels, another on his calves, and another below his knees. When I saw his face, I recognized it immediately. It can't be him, the man right in front of me, bounded in chains and nailed into the ground, was the first person I killed. I stood there in front of him, I have no words to say, why is he here? Why are we here? He was breathing lightly, which made me take a step back to which he jolted his head up.

"PLEASE, I'M SORRY, PLEASE NO MORE, I'M SORRY!" Tears were rolling down his bloodshot red eyes. And that's when it ended and I woke up from the darkness.

I was looking up at the cloudy grey sky, I got up and started looking around, where am I? A question I've been asking myself a lot lately. I was in a garbage dump, and it smelled like a complete ass. I got up from the garbage I was laying on, where the fuck do I go now. My mother just pointed a gun at my head, I just saw my… Never mind, it's clear now that everything that has been happening to me is real, or I'm schizophrenic. And I hope it's none of those two, fuck what the hell is happening. My phone started ringing, I got it from my pocket and saw who it was, Venus.

"Hello?" I said.

"Hi, it's Venus, I was wondering if maybe you can pass by?"

"Yeah about that, I can't right now, I'm doing something."

"Well, I'm all alone and this chicken teriyaki I ordered is meant for two."

Fuck I really can't deal with this right now, too much has happened in two days, I need to get my mind straight, not fuck someone.

"Look, Venus, I really would like to go but I can't right now, bye." I hung up the phone and put it in my pocket. What the fuck am I going to do now?


Authors notes

I hope everyone is enjoying the story, please tell me in the comments. Frank out here getting killed by his mom, a normal occurrence in his life. Mans woke up and said, its merely a scratch. But tell me what do you like about the story, what you don't like about it or if you see any problems (but not grammar problems ik i suck with that). Ok, but I really just want to jump into the action parts of the story, but I know that I have to right these parts out, like the parts building up to the action and it annoys me because I just want to get into the action, so heads up the action stuff is coming soon. Well, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and have a nice day.

Here is a video of a cat screaming, I found this hilarous /xvFZjo5PgG0