Mystery Mate 2

Chapter 37: The Final Call

          Hi guys. It's really been a long while and I'm really sorry. I stopped writing for a few months. I barely even check wattpad except for posting statuses that would somehow make up for the stagnant stories. Before, I was able to handle depression. I could still lock it up in a box and force it to stay there so that I can live through the day normal. But it's been really hard to do that anymore and I've lost touch with myself and lost touch with my writing. I've only come around just a few weeks ago and I've started writing something that I could actually relate to. I'm going to finish it before posting it here on wattpad. It's called Light it Up and it's a part of the Depression Awareness Project I've poured myself into now.

          I hope you guys are okay and doing well! This is all for you, because you all deserve an ending to this. Hahaha.

          Forever yours,

                   Celeste

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          The moment I opened my eyes I knew I had the same dream again. The screams were lurking at the back of my head like an after effect. My whole body is drenched with sweat and I just hoped I didn't pee myself in the midst of it all. I stretched my neck, still hearing unfamiliar names over and over again, hoping that it'll help with locking out the voices. 

          What time is it? I push the blanket off me and placed my feet on the cold tiled floor. The guest room is bigger than I thought. I was actually bracing myself for sleeping in a dungeon or some sort because the people in charge here are angry about my name. If I ever find my parents-- assuming that I have one-- they'd be so ashamed to know that I'm being discriminated because of their lack of taste.

          Darkness sweeps in the room like an old friend, the moon's light breaking through the window as if scared of the dark blanket itself. I go over the window and look down at the ground.

          Something passes in my head and I grip the sides of the window to keep my balance. "Shit," I muttered, seeing in my head a door lock and a rag of a clothes. The burst of images didn't stop there. "What the," I see myself, standing behind the window, staring at a cluster of people cheering for the other two on the stage. My head started swirling with these unwanted images, too many of them that I can no longer grip one at a time.

          I gripped my head, pressing it as if it could stop. "Get the fuck out." 

          A growl halted me. Where did that come from? I swear, I definitely heard a growl.

          Something in my head unravels after hearing the growl, like a closed door that just got unlocked. Okay, this freaky thing has to stop. I have "Rouge" for a name now I'm hearing things.

          Nathalie?

          "Holy freaking shit," I jumped to my bed, eyes wide. Now what was that? I scanned my room for signs of other people who are mean enough to hide inside and scare the shit out of me. This is not funny anymore. This has got to stop.

          Nathalie? Is that you?

          I stop, realizing it was coming out of my head, vibrating from the inside. What? I try, gripping the sheets until my knuckles turned white.

          This is Luke, Nathalie. Where are you?

          Out of my peripheral vision, I see something shine against the moonlight. I ignore the worried voices in my head and inched myself closer to the window to see what that was. For a fraction of a moment, I saw a shadow of a man shuffle behind the trees. Then all of a sudden, the window breaks, I see something in my feet and feel something cold-- like a metal-- stuck in my chest.