I stare at the a very specific cinder block every day in my fifth period. Drowning out the boring lecture or cocking about coming from my peers. I focus on the cinder block and try to find salvation in the mind numbing lesson. I focus because I hate school. This all goes down in my fifth period class, Algebra.
The worst part of this class is that it takes place while the last two lunches go on. That means that they’re are two bells I must disregard. Though I know they aren’t releasing me, I can’t help but wish they are. The first one is always the most exciting and tricking. I nearly shoot up with joy and excitement with the idea that my suffering for the day has ended. Sadly though, its only begun. I settle myself down and get back to whatever it was I was doing.
I start to get bored once more and then it comes again. “Ding, Ding, Ding.”
I know it isn’t releasing me though. So I sit and wither in my boredom. Thats when the cinder block calls me. I can’t help myself but to stare into its abyss. Wishing I could follow a pixie into it, like Pan did with her Labyrinth. Except for that instead of a monster I’d find a distant and foreign land unviolated by man. In that very moment of concentration something happens. I feel my very soul being pulled from my being and in only moments I’m pulled into the very abyss that I always daydreamed of. I woke up in a sort of darkness. I felt like I belonged here though. I felt safe. The darkness comforted me. I Took one step and the ground shook.

Suddenly I felt myself being pulled back into reality. I awoke to my peers leaving for the next class and me in a pool of drool. I shaked off the confusion went on my way to class.
I used all the logic I could to disprove my dream as simply that, a dream, and went on my day.
I went home that day and decided to devote my time in Fifth Period to getting back to that place. How I would go about doing so was the problem. A problem I was keen to tackle.

I made sure to get as little sleep as I could so I sleeping would be a lot easier. Upon entering Algebra I became ecstatic. I fell asleep almost immediately and was transported back to the magical world that I was only given a taste of.

I was where I belonged again. I was alone at last. For unknown reasons this was the first time I’d been in this realm of sleep. Almost like Algebra had some sort of unknown effect of it. I wandered about for what seemed like hours. with every step I took the darkness faded and soon I could see for what I perceived as miles. I belonged here.

The ground shook again and I knew what was coming. Within a second I was pulled from my safe haven and greeted with the scowling face of my teacher. Every bit of my being wished for me to lash out at him and teach him a lesson for disturbing my world. But I held back.

I began starving myself from sleep on a regular basis saving it for Fifth period. Days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months. I became a wreck. But my world, my world had flourished. Like a god I had turned nothingness into a thriving biome. I began passing out almost regularly due to lack of sleep and my little interaction with people became increasingly hostile and soon it was a task to not lunge at my teacher’s jugular when he pulled me from my world. I devised a plan in a fit of sleep deprivation one night and the next day I made sure to act on it.

I prepped my world for a permanent stay and concealed my excitement throughout the day. That Night I broke into the school. I skipped with joy to my class and kicked in the door. I sat down at my desk and with a smiling face, slit my wrists.




Well, due to the alarm being set off by me my plan failed. I was saved by paramedics and put in a ward. Not a day goes by I don’t dream of my world and one day, I will return. One day