Normal Day

It all started on a perfectly normal day, a day with no significant importance, a day that was nothing special, a day when I least expected it. A life changed in a millisecond to start anew as if a newborn, learning to live for the first time in a foreign realm. But first, there has to be a beginning to start all beginnings.

Hurrying down the hall I dodge passersby and squeeze through the large masses of people clogging the entire path. As I struggle to get to class before the bell claims me as its next victim for detention, the irony of this situation hits me with unyielding force; I seem to be the only one who cares about getting through school with a passing grade and perfect attendance record. Everyone else doesn't seem to care and wants to avoid their classes for as long as possible.

I make my way through the thick crowd. Two more classes, then I can go home. I reassure myself, though the thought of home sends shivers up my spine. Distracting myself from the scandalous thought, I focus on my surroundings.

The ceiling is lined with pipes covered in spitballs, gum, and other assorted sticking things that could have been tossed up there decades ago. The walls, also covered in a layer of grime, are made of brick so ancient that the paint has peeled off and has long been turned to dust.

Too caught up in my surroundings, I almost pass by my locker without stopping to grab my books. As always, the stubborn lock refuses to surrender until I have entered the combination multiple times. I reach for my science textbook and quickly jerk my hand back. I managed to have sliced the side of my hand on something sharp near the back of my locker.

I survey the deep cut on my hand which is now dripping with blood. I wince at the pain and look back at the inside of my locker to find the object that had pierced my skin. To my surprise, I find a shining piece of glass. Like a mirror, the light shining through the door reflects off of its surface. In a trance, I pick it up but quickly drop it again; the edges are so sharp that it cuts on contact.

Remembering where I am, I glance cautiously over my shoulder with embarrassment to see if anyone had seen my little accident. To my horror, I see no one there. The hallways had cleared and become frighteningly silent without my knowledge. I am all alone and though the quiet usually gives me peace, this sort of quiet petrifies me. It feels as if time itself is holding its breath.

I double over as searing pains shoot through my skull. The floor seems to spin as I sink to the ground putting my head between my knees. Everything around me seems to be warping into different shapes and colors. I stare in horror as the blood on my hand increase at a very unhealthy rate. It puddles around me and turns to a black inky liquid. The puddle gets larger and larger until it looks like the size of a small lake. I float at