Through The Dreamscape
t the crazy freak," Claire's
d-step in the crowded hallway. She didn't need to look up-god, she didn't want
ine cover. That same cruel smirk played on her glossed lips, the one that haunted Scarlett's nightmares. Beside
y, her pulse pounding so hard sh
knuckles turned white. The strap dug into her palm, and she foc
wasn't that kind. Instead, she kept her head down and forced herself to move forwa
voice sliced through he
's stomac
heels clicking against the floor like a countdown
mirrored her movement, blocking her path again. It was like som
ting how her voice cracked on the last word,
false sweetness that made Scarlett's skin crawl. "Why would
o a stage whisper meant for their growing audience. "Remember how you used to b
ies, tears streaming down her face as she told everyone how Scarlett had tormented her. It didn't matter that it neve
actually believes it anymore. I mean, look at you." Her eyes raked over Scarlett's plai
" she added, her voice dripping with pit
p and grating. "Yeah, look at her
ir giggles echoing down the
lt them now-eyes. Too many of them. Watching. Judging. Whispering. Students slowed th
d to close in, the laughter growing lou
anted to fight back. She wan
at coul
was he
strap as she pushed forward, using the sha
after her, laughing.
dn't stop. She d
elled, her voice bou
lurring as tears threatened to fall. The sound followed her all the wa
r usual seat at the back of the room. The teacher
ingers gripping the edges like it cou
onto her notebook. Through the wrinkles, she could make out c
tt didn
ud enough for the entire back row to hear. "M
snickered, their laught
her hands trembling as she clenche
ound. She wouldn't give
. Let them thin
ough, she w
ll rang, Scarlett was exhausted-emotionally, physically, mentally drained. She gathere
hts racing with everything she wished she'
tter words flying back and forth in the living room. The same argument, differe
the door on the chaos. She dropped her bag and c
The insults, the cruelty, the
er room, she didn't have
ng her toward sleep. But tonight would be d
er dreams, sh
, Claire wasn'
she wasn't jus
She was unstoppable
e would make the