• Those flickering lights. The ones the school never bothered to get fixed. They give me the impression that I'm having a seizure, which may or may not be what is happening right now. I don't even know. Still, this isn't a big change in atmosphere. I'm as lonely as ever. Maybe I'm dreaming? No, my dreams are always full of my never-ending thoughts. But what good are thoughts when you can't express them? I believe that's the ultimate loneliness. But here she came to dismantle that.

    "Why, hi there!", she said with this unequaled familiarity. Like she knew me. But at the same time I think i know her. I can't make out her features, but I know it's a girl. Her soft echo-like voice confirmed it. Her magnetic luminescence ensnared my eyes, pulled them from my sockets. The squishy ripping of flesh can be heard and I can see my eyes detach from my skull. The fall leaving small scarlet puddles around them. That bright appendage, which I suppose is a leg, squished my eyes, separating my sclera and my iris and increasing the size of the puddle. With a swift movement of that "leg", she sprinkles my face scarlet. Then the light got brighter. So bright that I could not see the flickering light anymore. Blindingly bright. For some reason I feel the light extremely close. And it envelopes me. That cold light makes my warm body hiss. And like that I'm being melted by the cold.

    My skin starts to bubble all over. How is this cold making me bubble and sizzle? Cold isn't supposed to cause that. But despite the uncharacteristic symptoms, I'm not scared. (Well not at that time) In fact, I'm enjoying it. It feels absolutely warm being enveloped by this light. It feels so natural, like I was destined to meet it. Destined to be devoured by it. Destined to be forever in its cold, skin-dripping embrace. The sizzling bubbles expand considerably. POP!! A bubble burst, making my skin sag, ripping its connection with my arm bone. The skin drops heavily, wiggling itself into a pile of putty.

    Where skin once lay, shiny white bone is left. And how immaculate it looks. So pure and stiff on its own. Maybe that's why it needs the flexible skin surrounding it. Patches of bone run through my right arm and thighs. Here's where I panic.

    I fight the embrace ripping my bone arm in the progress. It's kept floating near the light creating a shadow with my bone finger pointing to my right. I sprint as I feel my exposed femur crack. The excruciating pain drowns my eye sockets in tears. I feel them dripping down my red face warm yet they make me feel cold. But with each tear, I cope with the pain. Had I not cried them, I would've died from the built-up pain. Panting creates a reddish mist in the air. I start to notice a light go on, then off constantly. I notice I'm back in the corridor with the bad lighting. Back where it all started. Taking one more step, my femur finally gives up and shatters, stabbing me with the splintery bone and making my face abruptly meet with the floor. The floor lacks that distinctive cleaner smell. Its just smells like cold. The faulty light seems to create a pattern

    I can smell the girl approaching me. ON. I can "see" her a littler far off. OFF. I start to see the tentacles come out of her abdomen. ON. she finds my skin and rips a huge chunk out of -OFF- it. ON. She screeches loudly, her cold gooey saliva goes in my brain and starts sizzling it. And OFF, just as I was about to get a glimpse of her face.

    ON. I wake up shaking, sweating. I look around my mess of a room for any signs of anything shady. Nothing like that, just the shades. I watch the clock and see it's 7:20. Weird, sun is supposed to be out. But there's no such light.

    The light has yet to come.