I woke up with a start. My alarm was blaring, incessant that it was time to get ready for school. I got up, showered, dressed and got my bag. I headed downstairs. Something felt...wrong. I shrugged it off, bad nightmare. It'd go away soon. I ate, got on the bus. Focused on what was important: Getting to school without making a scene. The ride wasn't long, I live only about five minutes away by road. We all got off and broke for our classrooms, trying to beat the bell. I got to mine, room 307, and stopped. Faces stared at me. Blank faces. Faces with no faces, faces with only eyes, or a nose, or a mouth. Faces with acne and nothing else, flat faces, round faces. A few whole ones, my best friends. I backpedaled out of the room, stumbled, fell onto the concrete floor. It was cold, so cold. My world had patches of blankness. Something there that wasn't noticed. I took it all in and I realized that no, it wasn't a dream. I'm deluded. I'm seeing what I saw in life, filling in what I ignored as blanks. My blood ran chill as I realized I was really dying.
The bell rang.
It looked within again, saw the crumpled mind there. It felt satisfaction. ‘Katherine’ was dead, its usefulness expended. It shed the human’s shell, which breathed one last time and was forever still. The host body had been of use, but it was time to again swim the stars.
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