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Woe What a Night

⚠️ Warning : this chapter contains sexual harassment. Please do not read if the topic is sensitive.

Your POV

I had been woken from my slumber by my phone ringing. It was Enid. Answering the phone with a croaky, "hello?"
"Y/N? have you seen Ajax? He didn't show up." The last time I had saw him was when he had went to the shower.
"No I haven't, the last time I saw him was at 9 before he left to come meet you. He may have got into trouble with Principle Weems, but he isn't back yet." He probably stoned himself by accident.
"Oh. Very well then. Have you seen Wednesday, she's not here?"
"Nope, I saw her like 2 hours ago before leaving to go to my dorm."
"Oh right. That's okay then. Thank you Y/N."
"Your very welcome Enid. Goodnight." I had said before hanging up, leaving me in my thoughts about why Ajax hadn't shown up to a date he scheduled. Though Enid had sounded pretty upset Ajax didn't meet her and that Wednesday wasn't in her dorm to comfort her. Checking my phone to see it was only 11pm, meaning I had only been sleeping for 2 hours.
Exhausted from the long journey to the old meeting house, my legs had ached. My mom had always told me to have something warm as heat helps aching muscles. Though if I had a headache, the teachers and nurses had always told me to drink water which made it very much worse for me. I set an alarm for 6:25am so that I could hop in the shower in the morning, just before heading to sleep I grab my phone and scroll through TikTok, going through my favourite sounds, one read 'I wanna be yours' by Arctic Monkeys. One of my favourite songs. Though every time I hear the song I would think of Wednesday. Shaking the thought off I slid my phone onto the bedside table on my left. My bed hid in the corner of the room, as I don't like being centred in the middle of the room.
I drift of again into a terrible sleep.

| Dreamed Horror |

I had been strolling around in the woods at a medium pace, the sounds of growls and snarls shook me, spinning around I had saw nothing but tall trees. Sounds of unusual crunches of leaves beneath my feet.
I deepen further into the woods, taking shortcuts where I had appeared at the old meeting house. Spotting the same homeless man thing had scared off. He had a camera, looked expensive.
Everything about the dream was unusual. The sounds of birds calling distorted by the seconds that passed by. Entering the meeting house it was no longer ruined but perfect condition. It was built how it may looked in the 1600's until it had been burnt down.
Trying to exit, I realised I was locked in. "Let me out!" I tried to scream but it wasn't loud enough. Banging at the door. Though I had heard the awful sound of a growl. The monster. The same monster that had been haunting my dreams for the same few nights after I had witnessed it. It threw itself at me, as to which I woke up before it had knocked me down.

Breathing uneven. It was a terrible experience. Witnessing that monster. Over and over again on my journey. Only seeming to appear when both I and Wednesday happen to be with each other. I hope It's not around for much longer or else it would be haunting my dreams for eternity. I had been so lost in thought I jumped slightly at the sound of my shower alarm.
Slipping out of bed, I stumbled over to my desk, my towel and uniform sitting stiff on the chair. Opening my dresser draw, I grab a fresh pair of boxers, then walking through the door to the bathroom, locking it so that if Ajax had decided to come back he wouldn't have walked in on me.
Throwing my fresh clothes into the sink I bend down, opening the cabinet, clutching onto my shampoo and conditioner that was close to running out.
Undressing, I unfold the bandage around my back, to see the wound had completely scarred. This had brung a smile to my face as I wouldn't have to use a bandage around my back forever, it was awfully tight, making it hard to breathe if I ever ran or sprinted.
Finishing up in the shower I turn the power off, slipping my towel bringing it towards my body, careful to not have my uniform fall, coming in contact with the wet floor. Drying myself and buttoning up my white shirt, I struggle to do ties so I have a simply clip on instead. I finish getting dressed and head out of the bathroom, closing the door so that the steam didn't seep through.
Lounging on my bed, flicking through many pages waiting for the time to get out.