Vampires Will Never Hurt YouP3

Well let's go back to the middle of the day that starts it all
I can't begin to let you know just what I'm feeling
And now the red ones make me fly
And the blue ones help me fall
And I think I'll blow my brains against the ceiling
And as the fragments of my skull begin to fall
Fall on your tongue like pixie dust just think happy thoughts...

The hours passed so slowly that it seemed time was on strike or something. It was really bad. But having year 11 geography can do that to your brain, I guess. By the time I got out of the double geography, I was so tired I just wanted to sleep. So I tried to avoid everyone and walk home alone. I know how anti-social that sounds, but its the truth. I have my days...
As I was walking past a park, i got hit on the head with a soccer ball. It was not fun. As if I wasn't having a bad enough day as it was, I had to get hit on the head with a B.A.L.L. After that, i was so angry I started to sneer at anyone I passed who simply looked at me.
At home, I ran upstairs, threw my bag on the ground, pulled out my i-river and sketchbook, and started to draw furiously. You see, when I'm in my own little room, things don't seem as bad. I'd rather stay in here the whole day than have to wake up for school which I dread so very much. At home, in my room, there's no one to judge me – no one to put me down and criticise me for being so 'emo'. I can just be myself. I never have to fake it for anyone. All of a sudden, my mum came in. He looked at me sympathetically, then came to sit next to me on my bed. Great. She probably wants some bondage time or something like that. I hate family bondage time. In my family, I was pretty much the outcast. I was the only one who was into the non-mainstream bands, that only one who didn't mind being a band geek, and the only one who actually cared about the environment and all that crap about the world coming to an end in 10 years time. My sister, Alice, was perfect in every way. She never got bad grades at school, never failed anything, dressed like a 'lady' as my dear mother called it – she though i dressed like a boy. Seriously, I think she pities me or something. Well, whatever. I pity myself sometimes. I realise that I won't be as popular/pretty/smart/nice as Alice, but I am my own f***ing self. So I really don't much care of what people think of me.
“El, are you feeling all right? Do you need a chat? A cup of tea? Any help with anything?” RAR RAR RAR. Yes, I know its normal for parents to be concerned about their kids when they storm home the way that I just did, but seriously. I AM FINE. I don't need counselling. I don't need and psychiatric help whatsoever. I feel FINE. But, I still found a polite response to my mother. After all, she was only trying to be nice.
“NO, mother. I am FINE. Seriously. Go worry about what Alice is going to wear on her date with that blonde dude.”
“Well, if you are sure, dear. But you know, if you ever do need me, I am always right outside the door.” And with that reply, she sighed and left. I think she reckons I'm depressed. She knows I don't hang out with kids that she would approve of. The kids who don't have purple in their hair, and dress in black most days. But I think she's accepted that I'm going to be this way. After a few minutes of drawing, I decided to start practising on my bass. I am not very skilled at it yet, but I'm taking lessons from a friend of Kate's, Frank – one of her many guy buddies. The best thing is, that he doesn't charge me. An hour a week he teaches me for free, because I'm a friend of Kate's, no doubt. He probably pities me too – knowing how I'm so unpopular and stuff. I picked up the bass and started practising what Frank taught me last week. After a few minutes of pure bass-playing, I heard my dad yell out for me to shut up. Dad is so unappreciative of my music. Probably because I suck that bad, which is understandable, as I have only been playing for a month now. Which doesn't make me very good at it. But oh well, whatever.
I decided to call Kate. I felt like talking to somebody – I didn't care what about, I just wanted to chat. When I waited for someone to answer, I got a response from some random guy friend of hers.
“HEY BUDDA!” He yelled at me. I am supposing he is completely and utterly drunk at this moment.
“Um, is Kate available, by any chance?” I asked quietly.
“Uhmhmhm.....” the phone cut out, “Hello, it's Kate here. Sorry about that, he's a little tipsy. Who's this?” came the familiar voice of Kate.
“Oh hey Kate, that was random. I just wanted to talk to someone...” I replied.
“Oh, well, this isn't a great time for me. I'm kind of in the middle of something, sorry.”
“Um, sure. I understand. Um, see you at school tomorrow?”
“Sure, yeah. See you at school. Or hell-hole. Whatever you prefer” she laughed. I laughed back and hung up. Dammit! It's so hard to just talk to people these days. They're always so busy. Oh well, not like i like people any who. They're strange. Even though I am a person...whatever.
Family bondage time (aka dinner) was the same as per usual – Alice always had something to say about her excellent brain power as i just mumbled under my breath and and continued to eat. Nothing different. Alice the star child as per usual. I'm so used to it that it doesn't affect me any more. So whatever. I don't care.
That night, I wondered whether I was going to have that dream about the graveyard. It was so strange that I didn't know what to make of it. I decided to stay awake for long as possible by drawing and listening to Atreyu. It was going great until my mother came in and told me off for listening to my music so loud. My bad. I don't really care any more. It's just one of those nights.
Soon as I had started to fall asleep, the dream came...
'Windy noises are blowing through the dead trees. The moon is full, and a girl is wondering around the graveyard, looking confused and somewhat scared. She make a lot of turns, it seems she can';t find her way. She hears music playing from a crypt. Curious, she wonders over to the crypt to investigate the person, or thing, inside. She goes to pull open the crypt door. She pulls it open and....'
“AAH!” I yelled as I quickly sat up, thus causing me to fall form my bed. Oh, how convenient. It's a typical thing for somebody as unco as me to do. The dream! It came yet again. But was somewhat different. This time, I was not looking over the 2 headstones in the ground, I was walking to a crypt. This is crazy. What's happening to me?!
As soon as I had arrived at school, I told Kate of the dream.
“.....What do you think it means?”
“Hmm, I can't really be sure, but let's go to the library before school starts to find out something about dream meanings.”
It sounded like a positive idea, so we both headed over to the library. We found some books on dreams, and started to look through them.
“Here!” said Kate, “This might be what you're looking for. Dreams on graveyards. It says, 'Graves are generally depressing and represent some form of death. On a very physical level this dream does not appear to be a very happy omen. However, the dream could also have deeper and more spiritual meaning. It could represent things which require deep thinking and are not "on the surface." Graves could also symbolize the unconscious. If someone close to you has recently died, it may be normal for you to have dreams about graveyards and death. However, if this dream is coming up and there has been no death in the family, consider your feelings in daily life. If you are feeling depressed or helpless in any way, "look inside" and make attempts to increase your self awareness and your spiritual identity.' And, 'A cemetery is a collection of dead organic matter. It is a sad and depressing place that doesn't reflect any joy, and reflects even less hope. Dreaming about cemeteries may be a reflection of your mood or unresolved grief. It may literally represent sadness that comes from losing someone that you love, or it could represent your past and long-gone experiences.' and also,
'Grave
To dream that you see a newly made grave, you will have to suffer for the wrongdoings of others.
If you visit a newly made grave, dangers of a serious nature is hanging over you. Grave is an unfortunate dream. Ill luck in business transactions will follow, also sickness is threatened.
To dream of walking on graves, predicts an early death or an unfortunate marriage.
If you look into an empty grave, it denotes disappointment and loss of friends.
If you see a person in a grave with the earth covering him, except the head, some distressing situation will take hold of that person and loss of property is indicated to the dreamer.
To see your own grave, foretells that enemies are warily seeking to engulf you in disaster, and if you fail to be watchful they will succeed.
To dream of digging a grave, denotes some uneasiness over some undertaking, as enemies will seek to thwart you, but if you finish the grave you will overcome opposition. If the sun is shining, good will come out of seeming embarrassments.
If you return for a corpse, to bury it, and it has disappeared, trouble will come to you from obscure quarters.
For a woman to dream that night overtakes her in a graveyard, and she can find no place to sleep but in an open grave, fore shows she will have much sorrow and disappointment through death or false friends. She may lose in love, and many things seek to work her harm.
To see a graveyard barren, except on top of the graves, signifies much sorrow and despondency for a time, but greater benefits and pleasure await you if you properly shoulder your burden.
To see your own corpse in a grave, foreshadows hopeless and despairing oppression.'”
Hmm, interesting. I hope I'm not dreaming my own death, even though it seems like a very prosperous idea at this stage in my long depressing high school life. I guess people will probably say, 'aha I knew it! I knew she has depression!' Damn them. They can go to hell. This is just a stage in my life. It happens a lot. I'm pretty much over it and used to it.