Ingeminate The Chronicle

Chapter 1

It was 7 in the morning and the sun’s rays are humbly touching her skin. A tear escaped from Laura’s eyes as she witnesses tragic scenery in her dreams. She doesn’t seem to awake herself however, she woke up by having her body shaken by Sister Maria. The moment that Laura had met the nun's sympathetic look, she immediately hugged her and cried her heart out. Laura had no idea of who were the persons in her dream and their misery, but it made her tear up. The nun, not knowing what was going on and what to do, hugged her tightly as she caressed Laura’s back hoping it’ll comfort her. Soon enough, Laura faced sister Maria.

“Sister, I dreamt something bad. I don’t know how it all started and I-“ Laura had her eyes all over the place and her words are huddling. Her eyes were wide open in disbelief not knowing what to do with her dreams.

“My dear child,” Sister Maria grabbed her hands calmly and smiled genuinely giving her the assurance that everything is fine and there is nothing to worry about.

“You were only dreaming and even if it’s true, I’ll be right here for you." Laura gazed teary-eyed on the nun's calming face and wiped her tears away.

“Fix yourself and help me prepare the breakfast, okay?” She caressed Laura’s head as she smiled widely. She stood on her ground and walked away from her slowly. Laura could do nothing but stare at the nun as she walks away and had gone from her sight.

Yes, it might’ve been just a dream but it still bothers her. She can no longer remember the faces of the people in her dreams nor their names but she couldn’t stop thinking about it. The dream she had conveys a heavy feeling of being unwanted. She is an orphan and that indeed feels heavy, but the feeling that her dream had given was way too heavy for her to bear.

‘It’s just a dream. It’s just a dream and you have nothing to worry about.’ She closed her eyes as she took a deep breath and decided to do her routine.

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Laura was painting in her room. The way the brush's bristles kiss the acrylic and sliding itself on the canvas calmed her somehow and kept her distracted from her dream. The longer she went, the more she realizes she isn't painting what she is used to. It seemed to her that her hand has its own will. It seemed to paint a picture for her to see. Something she has never drawn before.

'Why am I painting this school? I've never been here.'

She has no single hint nor memory of that school yet her hand kept painting her a picture. The lines were perfect, the contrasts and highlights fitted well, the infrastructure and details were exquisite. It looks perfect.

She was so busy painting that the longer she does, the heavier she felt. She thought painting could help her calm down, but she later realized that she ended up painting a place from her dream. The colors she had used for it were bright but the feeling it has given was dark. Laura didn’t notice how her tears ran down her face as she stares at her painting. It made her feel something that she doesn’t want to. She couldn’t understand how she feels about the painting.

'Why am I feeling unusual? Why am I so affected by seeing this?'

She couldn't lay a finger about the way she feels but she sure felt she is somehow connected with the picture. She kept thinking about what could this mean or what is it that connects it with her.

She had her eyes to study every detail on it but was later distracted from a knocking noise on her door.

“Laura, someone is finding you.” Even without seeing the person’s face, she immediately knew it was Sister Maria. She quickly wiped her tears away and hurriedly arranged her things.