Cammi :
This world was my hell; my name is Cammi and this is my diary.
It all started the day I turned 18; I wasn't overjoyed about it, Just another year passed everything seemed normal; I am an analytic person who doesn't believe in the afterlife or eternity; life is the ability to grow and change, It is a process of distinguishing physical entities that have biological processes and it is about survival from my perspective.
That is why I do not admire the concept of living; what is the point of surviving? Why is everyone so preoccupied with living
I opened my eyes at 7 am as always staring at the ceiling, taking deep breaths as if I am proving to myself that I am alive; Slowly waking up looking to the mirror " oh it is another damn day and now it is time to shower " I said with worn-out eyes and a desperate voice.
The feel of warm water flowing on my face made me behold a beautiful scene; I was walking between grass wearing a cute dress, The gentle breeze was caressing my hair; What a spectacular feeling and unexpectedly blog! Blood is covering the grass My hand is bleeding my nose is bleeding, It is snowing, men and women are tearing each other apart, my heart beating rapidly I am suffocating, started to cough roughly, I felt pines and needles and a hand pulled me ' honey are you okay ? " Said my mom , " yeah I am alright " I said barely breathing , " I heard you screaming what happened ? " Said my mom , " nothing it is nothing don't worry about it " I stood wear my clothe on and started preparing to go to school .
Mom : this is the fourth time in one month
Me ignoring her : you are taking it too serious
Mom : you need to see a therapist
Me with angry tone : oh really so he gives me medicines that make me sleep for weeks , no I am fine
Mom : medicines helps you
Me : no it doesn't
Mom : it stopped your hallucinations
Me yelling : It is not hallucinations you want me to go and take those damn shit to just sleeping all the fucking time so you can be happy and relaxed , no I am good I am not going to that motherfucker ever again ; I walked furious and she tried to catch me shouting : I am trying to help how could you even think that I would do that I only want my daughter back the pretty young woman I used to know and by the way his name is doctor James
I walked out of the house real quick , I was avoiding argument ; she was right tho , I am not the daughter she used to have ; I look the same I am still pretty hazel eyes , brown hair , warm white skin and fit body ; I became addicted to sports or as I call it my obsession .
Even though I was the perfect kid there was something odd ! It is hard to remember when exactly I started hallucinating , but it was long ago I started seeing bad dreams waking up at the middle of the night to find my parents near me worried , it happened a lot till the seventh grade that is when my dad passed away ; Things got worse , I went to the therapist Dr/ James ; He said " considering the current circumstances you are affected by your father's death it caused you anxiety and depression " and he gave me medicines even so things hasn't stop I still see and hear things .
I am not sure that these things don't exist I feel they are exist ! Maybe it is in another time maybe I am connected to a soul from the past or the future I don't know ; I kept walking and thinking about everything , then a man passed by me ; I felt something the time stopped when he glanced at me with his gray eyes as if he was trying to tell me something .
That man was weird !
I think I saw him but I can't remember where ;
I continued walking absent minded till I reached my school .
My school is pretty normal ; popular girls , bullies everywhere , athletic boys , nerd girls ,.....etc. there is nothing special about it ; I entered my school and saw laila my best friend jogging towards me smiling as always .
Laila : finally you came
Me looking to my clock : yes did I miss something ?
Laila looking deeply in my eyes : nope you didn't
Me : you are acting weird today
Laila : n...no I don't
Laila taking my hand on a rush : come on let's go the math class will start soon
We walked down the hall till I reached to my locker .
Laila : I saw Aurum today
Me trying to hide being Pissed off : And ?
Laila : listen I know he is a jerk but you have to talk to him at least
Me closing the locker : a pig is worth talking than this asshole
Laila : if he is being a jerk then you have to be a bitch and kick his ass
Me : your logic is flawless
Laila packing her stuff : okay okay can we go now
We went to the class and waited for the teacher .
Teacher : good morning class
All of us : good morning mr/ wilson
Mr / wilson writing "rate of change " on the board : today we have an exciting topic to talk about ; do you have any information about this topic ?
Laila whispering : there is something I will show you after school
Mr / wilson : laila ?
Laila standing : yes sir
Mr / wilson : do you have any idea about the rate of change of a function ?
Laila : I don....
Me : rate of change is the rate at which a quantity is changing with respect to another quantity
Mr / wilson : thank you Cammi and laila you have three papers to write on this topic and I want them tomorrow at 8 am understood ?
Laila : yes sir
Mr / wilson : very well let's get started shall we
Laila : this dude is a nightmare
Mr / wilson : Laila !!!
Mr / wilson continued his lesson till he finished and left the class
Me turning to laila behind me : what do you want me to see ?
Laila shushing me : keep your voice down , it is something odd I saw today I actually have no idea about it but I think we will find out
Amelia interupting : hey losers
Laila mumbling : hey amoeba
Amelia bothering Laila : I heard that your brother got infected is it true
Laila fake smiling : yeah he got infected by one of your siblings
Amelia : my siblings ?
Laila : yes he got infected by an E coli
Me trying not to laugh : we are kinda in the middle of a conversation would you mind ?
Amelia with upset voice : fine
Me : thank you
Laila whispering : it is a secret basement contains ancient paintings and status and words written in a weird language I couldn't understands
Me : so fantasy
Afterwards we finished our classes ; I spent the rest of the day thinking about what Laila told me ; At first, I didn't believe a word then I remembered something I had a dream a while ago
I was in the middle of a forest and there was a huge wooden door covered in leaves and tree branches I felt I know this place after a solid moment I decided to open this door, then I opened it with a copper key with a crimson diamond on top of it the door opened as easy as pie; I went down and it was jet-black down there I picked up a lantern was hung on a hook; flamed it with the gas that was on the floor.
I walked with prudence; I saw inscriptions on the walls I can't remember, however, I saw a massive sculpture for a creature I have never seen in my life; it looks like a human, but different in building, it has long claws, sharp teeth, immense muscular body, thick hair and red devil eyes.
Even its bone structure was different its skull was as big as a chest of drawers, his jaws are significantly prominent, his bones are much thicker and stronger.
I couldn't forget his image in my mind especially his face raging with anger; it has been hunting me for months.
To be continued.....
