Beautiful but Deadly

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It was a regular morning class and although the students were tired and sleepy, they did their best to pay attention and participate in the tasks given. The teacher was a bit tired too for there had been a meeting the night before and it took her quite a while to fall asleep when she arrived home.

The windows were open to let in some fresh air, however, being that the school was smack in the middle of downtown, pollution filled the room; one deep breath and you would cough. On this particular day the class was about the environment and what could be done to save the planet.

In the middle of a discussion about the best way to preserve water, little beautiful white particles flew in through the window. They were similar to snowflakes under a telescope, shaped differently landing on the students´ heads, hair and arms. The students were marveled at the spectacle that was going on. They observed them and smiled.

The teacher all of sudden felt a sharp shiver up her spine. “Run, Carol! Go and fetch help!” Carol started to scream as she witnessed what was happening to her classmates. “What is happening?” Carol cried out as she ran out the room. “Go get help!” the teacher desperately cried out. Carol was sitting alone next to the door and the particles had not reached her.

What did Carol witness? Carol simply froze at the sight. The snowflake like particles turned into beautiful different colors as the sun shone on them. It seemed like the prism; the colors lit up each spot that it touched. All of a sudden, the students started to rip off their flesh. It was a horror scene something like a scene from the movie I am Legend.  It seemed like they were taking apart of the TV show The Walking Dead. With each yanking of the skin, blood shot out like fire hoses and the students screamed, cried, and looked at each other begging the next person to help them stop this slaughtering. As they tried to wipe off the particles from each other, they also removed the flesh off that person. The teacher yelled at Carol, “Run and get help! Save yourself!”

Meanwhile, Bernie, a rather quiet boy who always called the teacher’s attention with his misbehavior, was a bit far away from the students who were being torn into pieces. Instead of racing out the door together with Carol, he got up, ran up to the teacher and hugged her. “Bernie, what are you doing? Go save yourself.” He held on tighter. “What is going to happen to us now, teacher?” Bernie was in tears he didn’t know what to do and now it was just too late to run to safety. The beautiful colorful snowflake like particles landed on his nose. Meanwhile the teacher was speechless and paralyzed in that hug covered in blood, perhaps Bernie’s blood. The point is that she could not do anything. She had been caught in that horrific scene. Help did not come. There was only pain, screams, cries, blood and death.

 

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(Written: May 2, 2013 – Story based on a dream I had the night before)

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