'You know the unknown'
Who is 'you' here? Why I keep finding these notes? The letters are so beautifully written that it can draw anyone in. Who are these dedicated to? I have a slight feeling that it's me but I don't know anything. I don't even know why I feel so connected to him in the first place.
He was still behind me but like earlier, he suddenly disappeared. By the time I turned to stop him, he was gone. The void in my chest expanded further more. Who are you?
"Hey, why you're standing at the door?" I heard Nathan asking me. Turning my head to right, I saw Nathan with perplexed expressions. Should I tell him? No he'll not understand.
"You okay? You look like you've seen a ghost" well you're not entirely wrong.
"Yeah, I am fine." I said, more to myself, "I am fine"
"Whatever," he said not at all convinced but decided to ignore it, "Dinner is ready, mom called us so many times. Let's go."
"Yeah let's go" putting the note in my pocket, I looked around once more, not knowing what I was looking for.
I am fine.
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Dinner was as usual with occasional random talks and cluttering sounds of spoons hitting the plates. The only difference was the addition of one person, Margery. She still gives me creeps. During the whole dinner, whenever she looked at me, she would smile weirdly and then mutter something to herself. Weird. I still don't know whether to trust her or not.
Coming back from dinner to front of my new room, this time, I actually entered. Turning the lights on, the very first thing my eyes fell into was probably the love of my life. A beautiful, vintage, queen size bed. A yawn escaped my mouth. Damn, I must be tired.
Not taking much notice of the room other than a giant mirror across the window, I went straight to the bed and plopped down, making a creek sound. Heavenly heavens! So, this is what true happiness feels like.
I felt like I'm floating on the cloud. Today was so bizzare and tiresome. This 'yours truly' guy is rapidly consuming my thoughts and common sense. Setting an alarm for morning, taking a big yawn I hugged my pillow and drifted to sleep.
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03:17 am
Vroommm...
vroom vroom..
VRRROOOMMMM..... Honk honk
VROOOOOooooooooommmm.....
Yes, I am not asleep, not by choice though.
Then why, you may ask. Well, because someone decided to have a party of their life, by taking a test drive on a motorbike in middle of night! Probably a teenager doing some stupid dare. Well I dare him to die.
Not only that, he made sure to stop the bike and honk whenever passing through my window. This rotten piece of crap! How dare he!
The rest of my family members are heavy sleepers and wouldn't budge in the slightest even if the world was ending. Lucky folks. I, however was not gifted in this area.
For the past few hours I was trying different method to attain some form of sleep. From covering ears with pillow, rolling all over bed, groaning non stop to finally throwing profanities, I had done it all. Here's a conclusion. This person is a selfish, self proclaimed bastard who should rot in hell and never be allowed to sleep.
