The situation

I was still feeling unrealistic about what was happening. I found myself more than one time trying to convince my mind that everything that happened was just a dream, from which I could wake up.

It was quite pathetic on my part. So every time, I felt myself panicking, I will pinch hard on the back of my hands.

I was not the one who had come up with this method. I remember seeing one of my students doing so. She seemed to have some trouble every time she was in the middle of a crowd. She will inflict a small amount of pain on herself every time she found herself surrounded by people. More than once, she did this in the middle of the classroom.

In the past, I never really cared about how it felt. It was already difficult to take care of myself so why should burden me even more.

It is only at this moment that I started to feel a small amount of guilt.

I remembered that Some hours ago, they were still in the classroom when the chaos started.

I was still wondering, whether she had survived as according to my blurry memories, she was not among the first who died.

It was exactly, at this moment that I saw the girl on the other side of the room.

The girl was standing in the corner, somewhat hidden by a shadow layer formed by two walls.

I sighed in relief when I saw that my most attentive student in the class was still alive. But soon, I started to get irritated when I saw what she was doing.

She was not just pinching the back of her hand like she used to. Now she had gone up by another level, pressing the pointed tip of her pen against her palm. She was pushing so hard enough to draw blood. And unlucky as I had always been, I was placed at the best place to spot what was happening.

While doing so, the girl was not doing anything at all looking at her hand, at all, only frowning from time to time.

For a while, I thought about how I should go toward her, console and calm her as much as possible. But I did not entertain these thoughts for too long of time, suddenly remembering that apart from our teacher-student relationship, I did not know much about her.

I only knew that her school's results were rather good. Most of the time, I could not even remember her name. I was not the best person for that job.

I had just taken a step in her direction that I stopped right away. I also felt a strange sensation, like something weighing down on my shoulder. I did my best to ignore it, while my hands moved by reflexes only to land on the shirt that I was wearing.

It is only at this moment that I remembered that my anti-depressive was left in a pocket of my best.

I really liked that vest and knowing that it had just been destroyed by some kind of monster, I got even more depressed.

"Perhaps, I should just share my medics when I find them," I thought absent-mindedly.

I was still somewhat clear-headed. Clear Headed enough to feel the depressive mood around me, to see that the people were full of doubt.

I was wondering how they were not panicking yet.

But as I listened to what was being said I started to understand.

I looked at the principal for a long time. He had been a close friend of my parents when I was alive and it was partly thanks to him that I had gotten my position as a teacher.

Most of the time, he was an unassuming bald man in his late fifties. But at this moment that he was the center of attention as everyone present was looking toward him and listening to his voice.

He was putting things mildly to be reassuring.

It seemed to work for the other. As for me, without my anti-depressives, I could hardly calm down.

Ten hours went by, since that moment when the school got attacked by a group of monsters. Thankfully, these monsters were killed, reducing the number of casualties that they could have caused.

Many hypotheses had been made, and people had reached some conclusions.

Almost everyone had heard about the mysterious cases of earthquakes that were followed by the disposition of buildings or people. It had happened many times in the country, twice in our city. In the last, no one knew where these buildings were sent to. But now that the school seemed to have fallen victim to a similar incident, it appeared that we were in some kind of parallel dimension of another world, inhabited by monsters.

I almost face palmed when I heard the old principal talking about something that seemed so silly with a serious face.

There was another point that justified the fact that we were not on Earth anymore.

It was already late in the afternoon when the Earthquake took place. But even though 10 hours had passed, night had not fallen yet.

Until now, all the methods to contact help from the other world had been useless.

It was the most depressing news.

But the principal remained convinced that somehow we could get in contact with the police or the army or the police that were certainly looking for us.

And the idea that he got, to achieve that was to send a group of volunteers to the forest for an expedition that should last a little more than two days.

I got a bad feeling about this idea. Even more so when people started to look toward me and the other who slew the monster.

I shuddered in fear when I tough about the forest that I saw earlier through the window. I could not help but imagine a forest full of these far of whatever they were that will grow themselves like us once we entered their territories

The meeting ended soon enough and I was going to go outside when I heard a voice calling for me.

" M. Essiane could you wait some time, please. I want to talk with you" the principal told me. He had a serious look on his face like someone who was talking business.