Broken Scenes - Guns and Hospitals

I was running. Hard. Panting. Someone was chasing me.744Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuio1XYFW46

It was in a hospital. The lights were out, a common thing my brain did to augment my anxiety of the unknown situation. Something was up. But that was intentional. It was dark.

I burst into a set of double doors and ran into my favorite biology teacher. She looked startled, scared.

"What are you doing, making so much noise?" she whispered. "They'll find you."

I frowned. "Then I'll find them."

My vision switched to third person, like a movie. A doctor was viciously attacking a patient in the closet next to the room my biology teacher was in. It looked all wrong. The hands were in the wrong places to be kosher, and the patient, an alien, screamed. Having seen enough, my vision returned to first person.744Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrUyrXA3bqX

I burst out of the room and threw open door to the closet. There the doctor was with the patient, but he had stopped. A gun appeared in my hands. I pointed it at the promiscuous doctor and fired.

Randomly, I was transported to another floor of the hospital. Almost like a sixth sense, I saw another victim under the floor. I paced around, looking for a way down. I felt like I had a job, a duty to make things right.

There were no stairs. No elevators. I knew I couldn't get to them. I knew I had to do something. Instead, I shot one of them through the floor, though I wasn't sure which one I'd succeeded in hitting. I was transported again.

One of my English teachers was sitting in a dentist-looking office. Behind her, an open door showed that we were still in the strange hospital.

"Hello Shadow," she greeted. "Long time no see."

My mind, confused by the dream world, was convinced I was twelve years old. "Not that long," I replied. In fact, if my brain were right, she would have been my current English teacher. Just the better my brain was confused.

She smiled, and the floor disappeared. I fell onto another floor and biology teacher greeted me once again.

"Shad…" she begged.

Suddenly, she vanished. I saw her through the wall, a covetous woman frisking her in the room next door. I ran towards the wall, wishing hard, and bent my mind enough to travel straight through it.

She wasn't in there. There wasn't anyone in that room anymore. I turned and found a fogged glass window. On the other side, there were shadows of someone inappropriately touching my biology teacher. Disgusted and angry, I jumped feet first into the window.

I landed on top of a bookshelf in the dentist's-office. A web of nasty red cuts stung on my legs. Unfortunately, I was somehow wearing shorts. My legs felt paralyzed. I tried moving, but my mind wouldn't let me.

"You thought you could win," my English teacher said. "I know you don't live here, but those windows were pretty expensive." My mind echoed the line from the Arrow season four finale.

"What are you doing?" I demanded.

"You know what it is," she cooed. "You should get off that bookshelf before you hurt yourself."

My mind spinning in hyperbolas, I pointed my gun at her and fired.

I was immediately transported to an ER suite, where my dad was waiting. I lay in the hospital bed, clothed in my t-shirt and shorts. He stared at my cuts worriedly.

"They're assaulting the patients!" I shouted. "The doctors are assaulting the patients!"

"I know. It's disturbing," he said, thoughtfully. My mind was drawing from our conversation about the Netflix Original, Audrie and Daisy.

"But…" I trailed off. He handed me his gun, the one that he owned in real life.

"Make those bastards pay," he whispered. It was an out of character thing for him to say, but my English teacher was way out of character, too.

I shot the ceiling and was transported back to the office. My English teacher was laughing malevolently, which is something I've never seen her do in real life. My biology teacher lay unconscious at her feet.

"This is why things are no go," she said, my recent reread of Goldstein's Lord of the Flies bleeding into my dreams. "Do you think you know better than I do? We shall do you. Everyone." She listed names of friends come and gone. "You see? See?"

I visibly shook, horrified by the implications of these words. My English teacher reached forward to grab my face, her expression unreadable to my dazed brain. In a last ditch effort, I pointed my dad's gun and fired, hitting her in the leg. I teleported back to the ER except not in bed anymore. My dad reached out his hand at me expectantly.

And my alarm clock rang. In a desperate fight, I turned off jarring sound.

Frantically, I tried to grasp my dad's hand as I lost control of the dream world. The ER faded as my mind grounded into my body. Groggily, I defended my eyes from the assaulting sunlight. The chill of my dream gripped me as I tried in vain to continue the dream. Go to completion.

But nothing more happened. I woke up and began my day as always.

I was running. Hard. Panting. Someone was chasing me.