Chapter 3 The Second Dream

I was looking outside the class window, staring at a pair of birds flirting with each other on the tree. 'Oui. Really? Flirting in broad daylight? What a bold move. Then again, what bird would think a human would stare at them while they were making out. Except for me, that is.'

A familiar sound ringing in my ear.

-Ding Dong-

[School finished]

My English teacher decided to stop the class on time.

"Alright, students. Since today is the first day, I'll let you all go home earlier." She smiled and left the classroom.

"Earlier? The school bell already rang." I grunted and shook my head.

I quickly packed my stuff and took a slight detour to the water station in the corridor before rushing to Iz's new classroom, which was next to mine.

[Classroom 2-A]

"Here it is." I glanced into Iz's classroom and found her busy writing something.

I pushed open the classroom door gently and sneakily entered the class.

Iz was so focused on her class logbook that she couldn't hear anything else. I used to scare her a lot because of that. In response, she would jump up and scream her lungs out as if she saw a ghost. Although I liked to see her reaction, but her piercing screams weren't something I enjoyed.

I gently placed my bag on the floor and sat in front of her. I poked her in between her eyebrows and said, "Stop frowning. Uncle Georgie will wither if he sees a line between your eyebrows."

I have never met Uncle Georgie, but Iz always mentioned that Uncle Georgie is their family's beautician. He would help them with their make-up before they went to any events.

Iz covered her face and said, "Ah, sorry, Lil. Give me a minute. I'm almost done with the logbook."

I took a glance at the class logbook and said, "It's your first day, and the homeroom teacher asked you to write the logbook? This is just the 2nd year, not the 4th, where you would start to question why you chose the course you chose and began to rot for two years after that." Iz giggled, and I continued. "Unlike yours, my homeroom teacher only introduced herself and walked off to who knows where. The other teachers kept telling us about their time as a student. I swear my ears could drop off."

"Our homeroom is quite strict. She lectured us about exams, school rules, and attire and gave us homework. The rest of our teachers aren't so bad. They only quiz us on what we remembered in our first year." Iz rubs her head in discomfort.

"Oui. You sure got some sadistic teachers, huh? The difference between ours is like heaven and hell." I stretched my back and yawned.

"Stop yawning. You're making me sleepy." Iz complained. She picked up her water bottle to drink.

"All right. I'll stop, dear." I gave her a hand heart.

Iz turned away and coughed out. "Gosh, who are you role-playing after this time?' She wiped off the water on her uniform.

"Some fools who are trying their best to win their crush's heart."

Iz crossed her arms and smirked at me. "Do you know why it's called a 'crush'?"

"Because the crush will crush the other person's heart?" I backed off, in case Iz might strangle me.

"Bingo! Now stop the act."

I placed my head on her desk. "Fine. You can be such a bore sometimes."

"Thank you." Iz continued with the logbook. I pouted and played with her water bottle. Then I remembered about the birds. "Hey, Iz. Did you see a pair of birds on that tree there?" I pointed at the huge tree next to our building.

Iz shook her head. "Nope. Why?" I laughed. "They were making out. HAHAAHA!" Iz stared at me, unimpressed. I pouted again. "Fine. Fine. I'll keep quiet. Sheesh!"

After a few minutes, she finished the logbook. She began keeping her stuff in her bag and cleaning her desk. She stood up and placed her bag on her chair. She turned towards me and said, "I'll bring the logbook to the teacher's office. Don't do ANYTHING while I'm gone, okay?"

I lazily replied, "Mmm..."

Iz walked off to the teacher's office, leaving me alone in her classroom.

I leaned back on the chair and sighed. "It's so quiet..." The classroom has no one except me. Soon, the classroom was filled with nothing but silence. The silence was deafening. The dead silence was killing me. I looked around the classroom to entertain myself. I tried to see any difference with our previous classroom, but there was none. Just like any classroom but cleaner, with four white walls with no black marks from the student's shoes, a blackboard to be filled with lessons we have yet to learn, a huge backboard we decorate with class lessons, a few windows with glass panels that's yet to be missing and tables and chair to separate the students from cheating.

'Bzz...' All of a sudden, I could hear a buzzing sound in the classroom. A fly just swept in uninvited from one of the open windows. The fly was buzzing and bumping everywhere like some kind of drunkard. I laughed. It was amusing. If anyone were to see me now, they would think I had some mental problems, but I couldn't care. I live for myself and not others.

The buzzing sound didn't stop like a piece of music that didn't stop playing. With the heat and buzzing sound filling the classroom, I felt like my consciousness was slowly seeping away. My eyes were growing heavier and heavier by the moment. Energy quickly drained from my body. I couldn't move a muscle as my head inched forwards to Iz's desk, bits by bits. I tried to fight my drowsiness, but I couldn't fight anymore, so I caved in and immersed myself in a deep sleep.

In my dream, I was stranded on a battlefield drenched with blood, sweat, and dead bodies. I froze as I was mortified by such a horrid scene. I looked above, and to my surprise, there was no sky or wind to be seen or felt but only pure black surrounding. I panicked, thinking I might be stuck here forever. In that moment of silence, I remembered my mom telling me to calm myself in any dire situation. I did the breathing exercise I always did in school exercises. Within minutes, I calmed myself down and relooked at the situation with a rational mind. I began by looking around to see if there were some signs that could allow me to free myself from this nightmare. After a long time of searching, I could not find anything but endless waves of dead bodies flushing from nowhere. I couldn't lose hope and searched deeper in, where I saw the beautiful lady in my morning dream again. In disbelief, she was not in an unconscious state. I could see her swinging a long-big scythe with a chain and knife attached at the end of it. The weapon seemed to be custom-made to be used for short - and mid-ranged attacks. It was slick and seemed light to use. Moreover, the beautiful lady was skillfully wielding that gigantic weapon. Pilling up dead bodies one after another on the ground. If she wasn't holding that huge weapon slicing human bodies around, she would look like a professional dancer. Seeing her from afar, I could finally see where the source of these dead bodies was.

There were many men armed with armour and weapons that belonged to different centuries rushing towards the lady. The lady was unfazed as she continued cutting down her enemies. Watching from her back, I could only see bodies dropping dead and blood splattered everywhere. I couldn't see her expression as she mowed her enemies, so I moved to another location. I kept my body down while I crawled to the other side. Once I reached the other side, there were only a few armed men left against the lady. The lady had gentle eyes and was smiling from ear to ear as she tore down her enemies one by one. Every time she swung her weapon, it sent chills down my spine. She was frightening, but strangely, I couldn't take my eyes off her. Instead, something was pulling me closer to her.

To stop myself from getting closer to the lady, I picked up a short dagger on one of the dead bodies and stabbed my palm. The pain was excruciating, but I couldn't make a sound to attract her attention. Struggling not to scream, I looked around to see if there was anything that could have helped alleviate the pain. Coincidentally, I was lying next to a medic, carrying a first aid kit. I sighed in relief and quickly used the first aid on my wounded palm. Just as I finished treating my injured palm, I raised my head and saw the lady stood in-front-of me with her bloody scythe. The lady stared at me with no ounce of emotion on her face. I gulped, not knowing what to do next but only to pray for the worst not to come. As she lifted her scythe, she swung it at full might towards me. I closed my eyes and hoped someone would rescue me from this horrible dream. 'Whoosh!' and that was the last thing I heard.