Random Impulse: Week 13-1

This is also the assingment for Wednesday's class that we were asked to write.

That History class is always a drag. I wish I could have left earlier, I don’t even know why I come to class. Well, I guess it’s because he gives points for attendance. I wish I hadn’t stayed back to ask about the quiz I had missed. Everyone dashes out the minute the clock hits 8.30pm. Now I’ve got to walk in the dark all by myself. I hate the dark. I’ve always hated it and I always will. These trees always look creepy in the dark. The branches seem to be making an extra whooshing sound today. Am I imagining this or are those two trees talking to each other.  Okay, so I am definitely loosing it today. Trees don’t talk, they can’t talk. They are dead inside. These trees are shaking their branches vigorously now. What’s happening? Stop, stop messing with my head. I need to walk home faster. Please, I just want to get home. Why are there so many trees down this road? Has there always been so many? For some reason, I seem to be noticing them so much more today. They are talking to each other, they are, I can hear it. That whooshing sound, what is it?  It’s not the wind, I know it’s not the wind, there is no bloody wind in Georgia at this time of the year. Why are these trees shaking so much then? What is happening? I have to ignore it, my house is only two blocks away, once I’m inside I’ll be okay. I started walking faster, and I ran into a tree in the sidewalk. It was blocking my path. I felt a weird chill run through my body. I knew this tree was never there before. I can’t walk past it, it’s blocking the sidewalk. I would have noticed if something was blocking the sidewalk before. I would have run in to it before. Why are there so many trees around and why are they shaking so vigorously, what is happening? I could fill that chill again; it made me feel queasy this time. My knees were feeling weak, I couldn’t move another step, I collapsed on to the tree.

I woke up in a startle. Was it a dream, had I been dreaming all this time? I climbed out of bed and walked over to the bathroom mirror. There were bruises all over my face. I looked down at my shirt, there were dried patches of blood. My heart started racing, and my mind went blank. I had no idea what had happened? If I wasn’t dreaming, how did I get into my room? I turned around and I saw a branch creeping through my window. It was growing, it was growing towards me. I let out the loudest scream as the branch hit me and threw me against the mirror.