Fiction Hellacious

He dreamt about the girl he loved growing up. The girl he’d always love but would never see again. He dreamt that they were of high school age; the age when he loved her. But they were in the entrance area of their junior high school; a smaller, more intimate setting. They were seniors, in charge of the whole world. And what any adult might say hardly meant a thing to them. It was the day before Halloween. He was probably cutting his last class and leaving school early. She was sitting at a small table near the entrance just inside the main doors and filling out Halloween cards for a few, lucky individuals selected at random. There was a phone on the table, the Halloween cards, and two kinds of cookies; sugar and gingersnaps. She also had a list of the lucky students' names. She was to call them in class over the PA, announce that they had a card and cookie waiting, and they, in turn, were to come down and get it. She invited him to stay and help and he accepted since he’d

            Jesus Christ, he thought. How much longer was this going to take? And, come to think of it, how long had he been here already? And now that he really got to thinking about it, what the fuck was he doing here in the first place?!             The room was boring. Really boring. Really boring with really bright florescent lighting overhead. Go figure. And yet it was beyond florescent somehow. Not brighter. No. It's just that it was...or made everything seem...more boring? More stale. It caused the furniture and fixtures in the room to appear plainer than they were...if that was even possible. The effect was nauseating and, as if to purposely increase this sensation, wouldn't ya know it; the light above him just had to be buzzing  and blinking a bit.             His chair was uncomfortable too. It was as if there was a part of it directly underneath his ass that had bowed under prior stress and finally broken so that now both butt cheeks were cradled and practic