Amurehna

I'm warning you now, this is really disturbing. Actually I think I'll put the worst part in a spoiler link so no one will be scarred when they're ambling by my post.

I'm in a classroom, in high school. My boyfriend sits at the desk next to mine. One of the popular kids, a tall girl with a long blond ponytail is called up to give her presentation. She keeps looking at me while she's talking, which I think is odd because she has never really paid any attention to me. She's looking for some sort of affirmation but I'm the only one that matters. She's still trying to persuade the teacher that her idea is correct. To do so she drops to her knees and slides across the classroom floor, shrieking "LOOK! I'M SWIMMING LIKE A SAILBOAT!!!" As she says this she thrusts her hand out in front of herself, it somehow propels her forward. She reaches the teacher's desk, grinning like a beatific moron. He smiles at her, finally convinced.

I'm worried that he'll call on me next, only a few students will even be tested this way. He lets us take a break. The class starts to pull apart into groups.

The school has turned into a house. The students have both taken a dangerous drug and been dosed with a mind altering chemical. The people least effected only retreat to corners and spout nonsense. Others suffer to have their bodies distorted, or the mental barrier that would stop them from doing something terrible to themselves removed.
I wander through a giant auditorium, there are no seats, but there's a stage. A disturbing woman with long straight back hair, wearing a white t-shirt and nothing else is...poised by the stage. She has a cruel sort of beauty, a sharp face, a wicked smile. I don't like to look at her but I can't help it. She has a manic gleam to her eyes and her legs are twisted straight up behind her back. ((you know how you could twist a barbie-doll's legs up alongside her body? It looked kind of like that))

Spoiler for Gory Disturbing Stuff:

I pass through an open door hurriedly before she can intercept my path. A fat young man with shoulder-length curly brown hair is sitting on the floor beside the door. When I first see him he's obsessively eating his way through a bag of chips. There's a lapse, I feel hazy, and I pull myself up from where I'm laying on the floor. I look at the young man, I can't wrap my mind around what he's done to himself. He's issuing a bright, breathless laugh.
"I can't stand up." He says. I look at him more closely and horror grips me, I have a stark realization that I've never felt horrified before. He has somehow eaten through his entire middle, severing himself at the waist. But he's still alive. The drug has kept him from feeling any sort of pain, or even thinking that he shouldn't eat himself.
There's are bloody splotches around his waist, covering his hands, his mouth.
He laughs again but it sounds distracted, confused. His expression becomes briefly concerned.
"Why can't I stand up?" He tries to laugh about it. Then he sees his legs nearby, still twitching and starts to hyperventilate and tremble violently.
I try to scream but it comes out as a whisper. I don't remember what I said. "Help!" "I don't want to watch this!" "Oh god, what have you done?"
I trip over a woman laying on the floor. She's either passed out or dead, frightfully pale, purple-white hair, lilac dress. She's covered in the same bloody splotches, I can see some around her mouth. She was helping him eat through his flesh, and when that wasn't enough, she started on her own hand, consuming it from fingertip to elbow, whole.
My attention is drawn to the young man. He is caught between panicking and a wild, mad amusement. When he tries to lift himself off the ground with his meaty arms, I can see the tail end of his spine sticking out of the bloody mess that his mid-section. He lets out a keening noise and pants with disbelief, terror, horror. Then he starts to laugh again, reaching over and picking up his lower-section, shaking it out like a pair of pants.

I can't take anymore. I back out of the room, returning to the auditorium. I'm sitting on the stage, my boyfriend is standing next to a woman with black curly hair. She's wearing a flowing faded blue dress halter-dress. She has lovely tattoos across her back and shoulders, a gentle twisting of long-stemmed flowers, green and pink and purple. She looks familiar. I know I've seen her before. My boyfriend and the woman, Gale, approach. I'm not sure I like her, I have a reason to distrust her. By the time they reach me, I feel small, like a child. Now my boyfriend seems more like a father or brother, he links arms with the woman and smiles at me.
"Do you know what's going on?" I ask them.
"We should get out of here." Gale says. She has her arms hooked around my waist and mine are around her neck. She smiles warmly, reassuringly. I notice the disturbing woman with straight black hair glaring daggers at Gale. The woman knows that she can pass the madness with a touch. She walks over, on her hands, legs still pressed against her sides. She's moving too quickly. I want to warn Gale, suddenly our differences don't matter. She doesn't deserve madness, I can't stand the thought of her eating herself to death.
"Look o---"
The disturbing woman reaches out. Gale shifts subtly away. I worry that she didn't move in time, I'm denying the possibility that she has been taken from me too. Gale glares down at the woman, she slinks away.
"Wait here a moment? We'll be leaving soon." She steps away to talk with another man, my boyfriend stands with them. When I see her from far away I'm vastly relieved to see that she's wearing a sheer-white cropped jacket. Dream logic says that the disturbing woman can't have touched her skin if the jacket was in the way.
Gale comes back and picks me up. I want to tell her I like her tattoos. She smiles like she heard my unspoken compliment.
"Wait!" I say, trying to remembering something. "I forgot my..."
My boyfriend holds up my wallet. It fell out of my back pocket in the room with the young man.
"Oh thank you!" I say. He hands it to me. I want to tell him I love him.

((So, the most disturbing part is that even though I had no part in the eating, all day yesterday and today my jaw muscles have been sore. >.<))