its not a dream

School

The school was a living nightmare, a constant reminder of my social isolation.

The laughter and stares pierced through my soul, leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable.

The nerd kids, who I had hoped would at least accept me, turned their backs on me as well. It was as if I was invisible to them, and their rejection only fueled my anger and frustration.

In a desperate attempt to escape the torment, I rested my head on the desk, hoping to find solace in sleep

But instead of finding tranquility, I found myself caught in a twisted reality.

As the voices around me grew louder, I realized they were talking about me, assuming that my closed eyes meant I was oblivious to their cruel words.

Just when I thought things couldn't get any stranger, I sat up and saw him—

the vampire from my dreams.

His presence confirmed that I was trapped in some sort of dreamlike state. His res eyes met mine, and a mischievous grin spread across his face. It was both captivating and unsettling.

"I can suck their whole body dry, as long as you give the word," he whispered, his voice dripping with seduction. I couldn't help but be intrigued by his promise, even if it sent a shiver down my spine.

"That'll...be strangely pleasant," I replied, unable to hide the excitement in my voice.

His presence made me feel alive in a way I hadn't experienced before. "I just...want to...relax," I whispered, my words laced with exhaustion and longing.

A groan escaped my lips as he moved closer, his hands finding their way to my shoulders, offering an unexpected sense of comfort.

In that moment, all I craved was a respite from the torment of reality. And he seemed to understand that.

"You want to...relax? I can make that happen," he purred, his voice filled with dark promises.

The memory of what had transpired between us the previous night flashed through my mind, causing a wicked smirk to appear on his face.

His hand slid down my back, sending a shiver down my spine. "I'll bend you over on this desk and fuck that sweet pussy of yours until it trembles. Just like the bodies of your enemies once I slit their throats." 

Before I could fully surrender to the intoxication of his presence, a voice broke through the haze. I turned my head and saw my teacher standing behind me, his expression mirroring my own surprise.

Fear gripped me as I realized the precariousness of the situation.

"No sleeping in class," he scolded, his words a stark reminder of the consequences I could face.

I gulped, my heart pounding, and quickly sat up.

---

Lunch was an absolute nightmare - a swirling vortex of humiliation and isolation.

The moment I stepped into the cafeteria, it felt like all eyes were on me, dissecting every flaw, every imperfection.

Even the teachers seemed to be in on the gossip, whispering amongst themselves, their eyes darting in my direction.

The weight of their judgment was suffocating, threatening to crush my already fragile sense of self-worth.

I could feel the heavy burden of their stares, as if they were branding me with their disapproval.

The air was thick with their whispers, a constant reminder that I was the outcast, the subject of their ridicule.

Desperate to find solace in the company of others, I hesitated before sitting down at an empty seat.