Dante
My head was pounding something awful. I hardly slept much through the night. The nightmares had come non-stop. I kept waking up soaked in sweat, heart in my throat. I considered staying in that day and skipping class, but I immediately felt guilty about being so unserious on the second day.
So I dragged my tired ass out of bed and trudged to the bathroom. The cold water did me little good. I was still sleepy and irritable by the time I was fully dressed for class.
There was a veil of sadness in the air. I felt it immediately as I stepped out of the room. Something terrible had happened. My feelings were confirmed by the frantic whispers on the stairwell and long gloomy faces. A dark skinned girl silently shed tears as her friend wrapped her in her embrace.
It seemed like some
