I had a dream. I was in school, as usual. It was smaller and had sharp, unneeded angles. I go to class, a computer class. I'm small, but I know I'm not. It looks like it, and it feels like it. The class isn't...a class. It's a hospital room. Beds with curtains in between. All blue and white. The large windows allow light to pour in. My class quickly passes, and I begin leaving with my friends. I check my Ipad, as I do so often. A message from someone, they say they know me. Their PFP looks so familiar. But I know I don't know them. It's time to go to class. But something happens... I don't remember. I'm sidetracked with my friend. We realize the bell rang a long time ago, so we run. A teacher stands outside and she lets us in. The class's teacher asks where I've been. I say that it was crowded in the hall and someone messaged me. She accepts this. I walk in the classroom. It looks like a beehive, pentagon desks, connected. The floor is slanted, almsot completely vertical. I sit and I'm small again, and I stare at a giant bright screen playing something I don't need. And now I'm out of the class. It happens a few more times, I'm late, but it's always to the first class. And it's past my first time being marked tardy. An achievment or downfall? Being cool is something I want to be so, what about a "reset"- Me and my friend stand outside the class door, they sit on the hive. We stare at the turn of the wall in the hallway, and it looks like a door. A small exit door. I go in. It's a hospital room. The beds are jumbled and overturned. The room isn't placed in my school, it's in a skyscraper. High above and I can see the city. This place is a giant computer full of records. Sad ones. The woman who wrote this was a child, but is an adult now, who lost it's spark. This was proof. I leave. I don't know how much time passes after. The students talk about the woman returning. I see her often in the school, and she's sad. Now it's after hours. I'm with my friend, and the woman is somewhere. I go back to the computer disguised as a hospital room high above. I look at the recordings with my friend. We exit and notice the woman chasing us, angry for whatever reason. We run back out of the entrance. There is no other. The hallways loop, and we keep going, passing in fromt of the cafeteria. The woman is down the long hall, staring. She chases. We run back into the room, and we have 30 seconds to hide. We can't. She'll see under the curtains and bed if we hide there. The room is full of manequins, so we could pose as them? We go to the last bed, realizing we can't. We're too human. Or not enough of them. We run out of time, and the woman is there. She says she can see us. We panic. The other option is too jump out of the window. We're halfway out. She almost catches us. Then it resets. Or skips. We are outside the room, next to the door, regarded as heroes for stopping the woman who's sanity has long deteriorated. I am scared and empty. My friend seems happy. He smiles. Another skip in the week. I re-enter the room. I look around, it seems more jumbled. My friend is behind me, he looks mad. There are carefuly placed cuts on him that weren't there before. He tried attacking me, and murdering me. I know it's his intent, I think he says it. The room's wall opens up, to blocky uneven, random staircases hugh above. Like a messed up Tetris game. I go up, knowing it's my only choice, my feet being stabbed my the edges. He follows, attacking over and over. He keeps catching me and trying to strangle me, but I slip away. Over and over, it keeps lasting. I end up back in the room's entrance hall, coming from the entrance as well. He's behind me. He tackled me and puts me in a chokehold. I slip out, and stumble on the hall's floor. He lays there, alive and struggling. A manequin is in my former place. But his eyes stare directly at me, red, and his chest heaves. We're both tired. He gets up to try again. My fear rises, and I scratch his arm's cuts, slowly and painfuly. He screams, I know it burns, I can feel it. A computer appears in front of us. He still screams, but he's still angry. I type into the computer, I don't know what, but it will effect things. I enter. His screams cut off. I pause. Everything resets.
