Dream Diary: Broken Utopia
I studied in a school hidden in an abandoned part of the city, in a building that was surrounded by ruins of underground mazes. There were no one else other than a small bunch of us, only enough people to fit one classroom on the 13th floor. It was a peaceful and beautiful place. As if all of civilization has been reclaimed by nature, with foliages growing at every corner.
Beautiful as it may be, it was also deadly. The many floors of the building that looks identical and the exit leading out to the underground maze promises a lonely death once lost inside it, never to see the light of day again.
He was the only one who knew the way around the ruins. He was my best friend, and also the one I connected my heart with. He would lead our little group so we would not get lost, and always warn us to stay away from the maze, even if itās our only way out of the school. Many times Iāve gotten lost, due to being directional challenged, but he always finds me in the end. Bringing me back to safety.
Since we live in a school, obviously we would have teachers as well. They are a mystery to us though, appearing for classes and disappearing after it ends. We do not know where they live or what secrets they hide. They would tell us nothing, other than what they would be teaching for the day. But to be honest, we know nothing about who we are either, we had no memories beyond our time here in the school.
One particular teacher was very nice to us, too nice to be exact. Like the others, she would not tell us anything beyond the ruins, but she would stick around after classes to spend time with us. She particularly dotes on him. Always following him around trying to strike up a conversation. He would sometimes ignore or avoid her, but in a polite manner since he still respects her as our teacher. I would watch them, and sometimes would want to join in, but he would always give me a quick look that tells me to stay away from them. I did not understand, but I trusted him like how a wolf would trust their pact leader that whatever he did it was for our own good, for my safety.
As days went by it was more apparent that she was infatuated with him. She was spending more and more time with our group. But due to that, she must have also picked up the hint that I was not just a classmate to him, for he treated me with care. One day she went as far as to follow us into our sleeping chambers, which is just another cleared up room filled with mattresses on the floor and snuggled up against me, saying that she wants to sleep beside me. He was crossed but she was adamant, begging me to let her stay. She knew he could not say no to me, and she also knew I was too soft to reject her pushy advances. That night I slept very uncomfortably, being hugged to sleep by my teacher as if I was branch and she was a koala. Have you seen how scary koalas can become? I thought as long as I am surrounded by him and my classmates, everything would be fine in the morning. I thought wrong.
I opened my eyes to an unknown room, tied down to a chair. I was alone and it was dark. There was a small window on the wall where a very unfamiliar light shown in from the outside. I saw lights like these in our textbooks before. They were yellowish orange, unlike the soft white glow of the moon that lights up our nights. This light was called⦠street lamps.
I knew then that I was no longer in the ruins, and the bad feeling I have in my guts tells me I was kidnapped, back into what they called... civilization.
Somehow I was able to untie myself from the chair and my instinct told me to escape as fast as I could. I now understood why he warned me to stay away. That woman was dangerous.
I broke open the small window and squeezed myself out of it, dropping myself down to the ground that had stone patterns on them: pavements. I looked around and found myself in a dimly lit alleyway between two rows of low cottages. I lowered myself in a stealthy way and quickly walked away from the house I was detained in. The further the better, I thought, I can find my way back to the school later.
Just as I was halfway down the alley, a bunch of people came out from one of the cottages in front of me, cheering and singing while holding onto a dark brown bottle. Not too sure if they could be trusted, but at least they didnāt look like bad people so I walked up to them, maybe they could help me.
But just as I reached them, a gunshot rang through the night and one of them slumped down to the ground, lifeless. I snapped my head back and there she was, smiling like how she always did in class, but with a gun in her hand. Those people who were cheering and singing a few minutes ago went dead silent and stared at her in shock. Two more gunshots and two more people went down. Adrenaline rushed through my veins and instead of running away from her, I rushed towards her in shocking speed, almost feral. Iām not sure if it was my flight or fight instinct or just pure rage from what she had done so far that got to my head, but with a mighty leap, I jumped onto her and wrestled the gun off her hands. I clawed and bite and suddenly I felt the world shake.
The sound of my wall clock slamming onto the ground jolted me awake. I sat up on my bed and groggily looked around, it was the strongest earthquake Iāve felt so far.
In a minute or so it ceased, so I dropped back into bed and went into a dreamless sleep.
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