A strange dream...

The echoing silence bounces of the class room walls, the only sound that can be heard is the sound of pen to paper as we desperately write down the things we try to remember from the classes we've attended. Looking around you can only see the look of lost souls as we stare helplessly at the pages before us. As I sit and waste what precious time I have left to finish my final exam, the only thing I can do is to sit and day dream of a world beyond these four dull walls.

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A world filled with warriors fighting on the front for what there masters believe in. A captain found dead center of the on slaught, with sword raised to the heavens and cried out in rage for he sung the song of the cursed swordsman like an aria.

Though not to far in the distance, I stood upon a hill top looking over the horror of blood, weapons clanging and smashing together causing the thunderstorm of sound, the song like screams of wounded men and horses, death, I could hear myself singing the prey for lost departured souls whom still seem trapped in the limbo between worlds. The rose color fades lifelessly from my cheeks to be met by a stinging coldness of saltly tears.

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The heaviness of an aged hand slammed down on the table next to my head making me jump up in my seat breathing rapidly. "Leave." were the only words that the old miserable looking lecturer said before I grabbed my bags and ran out of the class room dodging the desk and chairs that stood in my way as I through the door. Managing to finally steady my breathing the only thing I was able to think of was that dream. The cold, loneliness, terror I felt seemed all to real, how could that fear feel so real, it was like I was there. Reaching up and touching my cheek and gasping at the feeling of a wet tear stain, 'Why am I crying? What was that dream all about?' I thought to myself as a I continued to walk wiping my tear stained eyes.

Of all the things I could of been thinking of why was that strange dream stuck in my head 'Stop thinking about that dream, it was nothing more than just a dream.' , without even realizing that I bumped into something, the loud sound of anrgy high pitched shouting broke me away from my thoughts. A large bunch of the popular girls from the next class over were yelling at me for not watching where I was going or why am I not speaking or sorry that I was sorry, they were getting extremely frustrated. Scrambling in my bag for a note pad to hurriedly wrote down a small message and show it to the group of angry girls, 'I'm sorry for bumping into you. Forgive me for not replying, I cannot speak I'm a mute.'

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