Sapphire Blue [The Grim Reaper Chronicles, #1] (Editing)

Chapter Five

On a frosty thursday afternoon, Samantha traipsed out of the shower room, her hot pink towel draped over her milky body. Pronto her feet landed on the fuzzy rug at bath's entrance, the bright winter coldness smacked her right in the face. She'd just had a hot bath, but her hair had suddenly turned cold at the freezing temperature, and the waterlogged strands of blonde hair were resting on her bare shoulders and back, taunting her skin. It made her teeth grit against each other without forcing it. She shivered lightly as her exposed skin tore open to the coldness in the room. Drinking in every part of the room, she tried to unearth where the coldness was pouring in from. Realizing it was from the drawn-up curtain window, she walked toward it and shut the flaps close. The room's brightness dimmed a bit. The sun had ditched their town today, reposing under the horizon. Good. With a sigh, she returned to her bed.

She'd spent over thirty minutes under the shower.

Anterior to dusk, she was sure she would desperately be in need of another long and hot shower. It helped her stay clear of terrible thoughts. If she had sat still in her bed and reminisced over the bad incidents taking place recently, she could have opted for suicide. No doubt. With a tensile force plunging into her stomach right from the moment she woke up till now, she felt overridden by the familiar senses – the feeling of being trampled upon. In her own place of habitat, she felt nullified. Slowly, they were taking over her, depriving her of the feel to live, until she would not espy the requisition in being herself anymore.

Circumambient by preeminent companions who pulled the plug of time conformity just to pose her feelings into consideration, she felt like a terrible person for being so taciturn and tight-lipped about her predicament. It would only mould the causeway into a rougher shade  if she voiced out to them. They wouldn't understand. No one would. It had been hard to keep things away from them, but she tried so well. Each time she was close to being caught, she cooked up excuses for them. Nothing enthusiastic would come out of the story if she notified them of her eerie encounters. On one scary part, she would release a new page of worry for them. On the second, their perspectives about her mental health could change. She wasn't ready to be avoided like a plaque, because she wasn't one.

Wonderfully and suspiciously today, Mrs Alice had lessened their burden by granting them a day off from burdening chores. It struck everyone with surprise, most especially her. Even if everyone got breaks, Mrs Alice was sure to exclude her from the crowd. But one way or the other, she had managed to garner the break. She had rushed to check if it was the woman's birthday, but realized it was still five months away. Unfortunately, the day hadn't been going as expected. Woken by a nightmare in the middle of the night and sore throat; dark circles under her beautiful phoenix-shaped eyes owning to the fact that she couldn't sleep after the spooky dream, her day had started out on a bad note. It was a wonder she hadn't woken her roommates from sleep with her rousing shriek. If only she could rewind back to the previous day and make corrections. But . . .

Could nightmares be corrected? The sensations? The Boogeyman's presence? All of it all?

She hardly had nightmares. But the countless gory scenes of herself being tortured by masked men flashed repeatedly in her sleep, dangerous representation of the incidents happening to her in reality, and she'd squirmed severally in bed before she hitched awake. Covered in cold sweats, she hadn't dared to go back to sleep. The fear of beholding even more terrible scenes made her kept her eyes open for the rest of the hours till dawn. Despite the certitude that her friends had been shocked at the dark bags under her eyes, she was ever grateful she stayed awake. Something more horrible could have attacked her while sleeping.

She could have been dead.

Before she bolted into the bathroom, her body had been spewing hotness from her insides, but now, she felt rather too cold. She wished there was a warmer installed in the room to give her warmth. Even if there was, and it turned out to melt out the chilliness in and out of her body, it wouldn't be long before she requested for an air-conditioner.  She was a disarray of too many emotions and feelings, placed in a tragic setting. One that could be physically seen, mentally observed and emotionally felt. She wanted a permanent break from everything.