i was sleeping (obviously) and i had another dream about how life can be a kick in the balls.

i was sitting in my physics class and the teacher sounded like a bad recording from snoopy.

the clock was moving slow and the chalk was making nasty ear bleeding sounds.

than they came to me, screaming and weapons fire from outside the hall.

a man walked past the door and a grenade rolled out from under it, it moved so slow. all the other people in my class just froze.

i was the only one to move. i jumpped on the grenade and absorbed the explosion with my stomache ripping my legs from my body.

the rest of me landed on the floor, the pain was so real.

i could taste blood on the corner of my mouth as a second grenade rolled into the room.

pulling myself with my arms i was muttering something along the lines of "i knew it wouldent get far" and pulled it close to my chest.

i looked up into the eyes of this girl i like and told her she was the light in a life and died.

i can still feel the thought said to the girl and the passion to die protecting others still lays in me.