I stood in a gym with this years new band students. I stood next to about 4 clarinet players and a few chairs with stands sitting out. The players on stage were all girls, three with lighter/blonde hair and one with dark hair. He stood talking to the rest of the new students on the gym floor. The clarinet players asked if they should sit down in their chairs. I answered, " It doesn't matter. I mean what's he going to do? Yell at you, tell you to move and then go smoke." jokingly of course. The students looked at me and then back at each other and remained standing. I walked away and later saw Him in the halway. I had been meaning to speak to him because I was worried. He seemed so different lately, He put little effort into his appearance, he didn't comb his hair, wash his face, or wear his professional attire. He wore a torn expression on his face, torn in a way he couldn't decide to bawl his eyes to point he'd made a fool of himself soaking his cheeks and blowing snot bubbles, or to just be non responsive, to try and hide how he was truly feeling. And, what worried me more than anything, was the cigarette held in his mouth.I stopped him and asked a question, a question i was afraid would upset him, but i asked in the nicest and most respectable way I could. " I'm sorry, I don't mean to sound rude or judge mental when I ask this but, are you smoking a cigarette?". He looked at me obviously knowing how his appearance and actions had been affecting us. "No" he said, looking me in the eye, exhaustion woven in his voice, "It's just something to help calm me down". And with that he turned away and walked through the front doors of the school and out into the cool late winter air. Leaving me just, if not more, worried than before.....
We sat at the large ref dest on the stage facing the gym. I don't remember getting there, I, we, were just there. He turned to me and asked, a question I didn't know how to respond to, how to react to. He turned in his chair to face me, looked me dead in the eye and asked... "Are you Suicidal?". "Why do you ask?" I responded, How else could I answer that question, it's not something you'd expect to be asked out of nowhere. "Well" he said, "Some people are worried and have noticed things about you..... like Chloe".
I sat in the front seat on the vehicle. I sat by the door, a peer next to me, and He sat in the drivers seat. Jokes were thrown between me and the peer but, I wasn't the most fond of him so I mostly kept to myself. I became very uncomfortable sitting next to my peer, the things that were said were bothering me. A black abyss covered my vision, messages appeared between me and my partner, telekinesis? is that what this is? I explained to my partner that I was uncomfortable, that I didn't feel safe. They responded saying they were sorry they weren't there. the black abyss disappeared and the peer tried to slide his hand up my dress, I tried to push him away but it didn't work. He grabbed the peer by the ear, yanking the peer away telling them no. If He hadn't of been there I don't know what would, or could, have happened.
................Dreams are Weird..................
