Detention

I should be in the classroom reserved for detention but I was back at the bleak place again. That place thrummed with filth and despair, just like before.

I sighed when a woman's despairing cry echoed in my soul, tearing at me, reprimanding me, drawing me back from the edge of a great precipice. Had I fallen asleep during detention?

It was just as before.

Every cell in my body craved food and something else, something I could lay my finger on, mostly because I had rehearsed the dream by now.

Blood.

The hunger raked at me with merciless claws until a red haze covered my sight and my pulse hammered with the need for immediate sustenance.

Desperate, I scanned the area above my resting place for the presence of enemies and, finding none, burst through the rich layers of soil, into the air, my heart thundering in my ears, my mind screaming.