“Please.” I cry out throwing my head back against the cold, wet pillow, “No more.”

My vision goes white and suddenly all I can think about is that one person. The boy in all white. He took the visions away once; he could do it again. How did I reach out to him the last time? Was it my tears, or because he thinks I’m this Dominos person?

“Please.” I whisper rolling over in my bed, pulling the pillow over my head.

This time when I close my eyes, I fall asleep and stay asleep for a while. I dream of nothing but it’s the best sleep I’ve had this week. I stir as movement on my bed rocks me gently. Then it’s a constant motion, less gentle, and it’s very uncomfortable. I feel myself waking but my body still feels heavy. A loud exhale from above sends chills down my back. I open my eyes to a dark form room and an even darker figure on top of me. I try to move, to push it off but it pins me down. Heavy breaths are all I can manage because it has a tight grip over my mouth, and throat squeezing threateningly.

The rocking stops and I turn my head, squeezing my eyes shut as tight as I could. I can feel the figure inching closer to my face and then nothing. I open my eyes, and it’s no longer on top of me. My heart continues to pound in my chest as my eyes rapidly scan the dark room, but it’s still empty. I look at the clock and 2:05 flashes at me in bright red block numbers. I sit up because I don’t want to sleep again, not after that. I don’t want to be in this room right now. A nice hot shower should help to wash all the tension and sweat away. Hopefully, it would help to clear my head.

My shower is cut short when I can’t escape the burning feeling of eyes watching me. After getting dressed and having a small breakfast, I leave the house. At first, I was just walking around with no real purpose but then muscle memory takes control and I end up in front of the school.

I see other students rushing into the building and I wonder how long I had been walking. I decide to head into the school, even with my lack of supplies. The bell rings signaling the beginning of breakfast and the noise hurts my ears. My vision feels blurry as I stumble to my locker. I don’t know what’s happening, but I feel so weak. I feel eyes stare holes into the back of my head as I open my locker and grab my books.

A loud voice racks through my head, it’s yelling at me. The voice, it’s familiar and warm...a little too warm. The voice burns behind my ears, and it feels like it’s melting my brain. A heavy emotion overtakes me, and it covers me from head to toe. I turn around to find the voice and see him. Tate Miller. He was Tasha’s ex-boyfriend. He had blonde hair and bright green eyes. We make eye contact, and everything blanks to black. The world around us fades and the emotion surrounding me is heavy like a wet blanket. He is yelling something at me, his eyes heavy with a different emotion, rage. There’s something else there too, something softer, but I can’t make it out.

My vision goes blurry as tears fall uncontrollably now. I can feel my chest tighten and I try to take in air, but it hurts. “I can’t.” I hear myself shout. He throws his hands up in anger as his face turns red. He’s yelling again now, and his hands are squeezing my shoulders tightly.

“Please don’t-“ I gasp out, as he shakes me, “I can’t.”

A shoulder bumps into me, causing me to drop my books, and snap back to the colorful reality. I blink my blurry eyes and the tears fall. Tate Miller is indeed making eye contact with me but anger no longer fills his eyes. His glare is flooded with a mix of emotions, but one rings the loudest, empathy. I can hear the whispers and feel the burning of their stares. I sniffle, taking a look around the hallway before wiping my eyes and nose with my sleeve.

I close my locker quickly, causing a few people to jump, then I bend down and pick up my books. I spare one more glance towards Tate, but he was looking away and laughing with his friends. I jump as a hand gently lands on my shoulder.

“Mason?”

I turn around to see Ms. Spate, the English teacher. She was a short older lady, with vividly grey hair and cool blue eyes. Her lemon cough drop scent used to irritate my nose, but today it’s very calming. 

"Yeah?"