𝙷𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚎𝚝𝚑 [Freenbecky]

Part 14 - Patricia

Rebecca

''AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH''

I shouted at the top of my lungs as soon as I had a view of the room I woke up in. I lost responsiveness after Freen showed the result of her painting. I didn't know what happened next but I am now widely conscious inside my room - - - - my original room.

I took my phone to the bedside table to see what day it is... It's Sunday. Another day has passed and I am in another body. Now I know when these unusual things happen, it is during my sleep. This is not a dream anymore or some kind of continuous story because that ain't a thing, I am having an idea on what this is and it's giving me goosebumps.

My consciousness is maybe travelling to a different body during my sleep, a different dimension perhaps or maybe ... maybe an alternative universe? I've read about other people who experience things like they're also in an unfamiliar place or even meet familiar people in their sleep. There was this story that a woman thought she had killed her sister but when she woke up, she was in their home with a different ambience and her sister was sitting comfortably on the sofa. Yeah maybe absurd but in my case I think I'm going to believe this unless there are other explanations for this.

If I'm not mistaken, I traveled to another body yesterday as Freen mentioned was Saturday. I had a breakfast with her, she cleaned up the dining area then she went painting with me as the reference. I saw paintings in the walls and yes, that one painting that looks exactly like me. I didn't have the chance to ask her about it because my head felt dizzy during that moment, making me fell in my knees. I just woke up today and it's Sunday, meaning I had a lot of sleep and my consciousness is back in my own body.

If I were to base on the pattern, I might see the other Freen again tomorrow and when that happens, I'll ask her about that painting if there is something more about it. It was strange that even the curls of my hair are exactly the same in the painting. Patricia's hair is straight and is up to her shoulders, maybe that was her when her hair was still longer but it's making me refuse to believe that theory.

I stepped out of the bed to check for other things, if I've done something wrong again. I opened the closet and my well arranged clothes are messy once again. Other drawers were left open and some other stuff scattered around. I looked down to check on what I was wearing and I was terrified. Again, I am wearing something too revealing that does not even belong to my closet.

Goodness, what is it again this time? I stole shirts or did I break into a department store? shoplift? Dang it, what did I do this time around?? I also did a self check in front of the mirror and I just noticed that my hair is tied tightly in a ponytail and there are still traces of make up on my face. It is one thick make up and the lipstick is red... mercy.

I looked like a mess too. Not even a great word can explain what I look like right now. Oh dang, there is also a violet bruise in my right arm, it's quite a big one and is undeniably visible.

Right, I think I left something for evidence.

I remembered the letter I made, pinned on the board. I took some steps to see if something had changed. The letter I made was still intact but the only thing that had changed is the way it looks. It's like it was crumpled at first and was forced to flatten back on the board. The letters are still readable but the wrinkle is making it hard to be recognized.

A paper beside it caught my attention, all letters were in caps and were written with a red marker.

' IN YOUR FACE, LOSER '

No

No this can't be.

I know who owns that attitude and I know who possibly wrote it. That may be the reason why I acted reckless the last time Non told me about what happened.

Another paper was posted below it, the same color and caps but with different messages.

'WHY DO YOU LOOK SO WEAK?'

From that one paper came another below it, getting bigger and bigger until another

now painted in red in my walls.

'IDIOT'

'WEAKLING'

'GOOD FOR NOTHING'

'DUMB'

'POOR THING'

'LOSER'

Were all painted in the walls beside my bed, above it and in the windows. Fear crept into my system as my breathing became heavier as the second passed by. My vision is getting blurry as I feel like crying the moment I saw everything that happened in my room. The words on the wall are making my heart feel like it is crumpled into pieces. I stared at each word and the runny red paint that is used for it, as tears started flowing from my eyes. It's all about the words that are making me feel heavy this time. It's piercing through me, on how I did not expect things to be like this - - -on how I did not expect her to be this cruel.

I wiped my tears using the back of my palm and went all in to view the captured details of the surveillance camera I fixed near the board. The chip was inserted in my phone for the video to have a duplicate copy in it.

I took a deep breath first before proceeding to open the cellphone. I clicked the app connected to the camera and stopped the video then replayed it from the start, the time when I got to bed.

Nothing bizarre happened in the video, other than me turning sideways for comfort. It was getting dark when I noticed something had changed. I slept straight in my back with my arms curled in each other above my stomach. I don't usually sleep like that but maybe it's just a coincidence...

It was 7 a.m. in the timeframe when I got up from the bed. My eyes looked straight ahead then went on turning to the right and to the other like I am not used to the change of rooms, it's like the way I used to do when I wake up in Patricia's bed, only a bit panicky.

From the video, I stood up and went right into the board, like looking for something to get into the routine. It stopped for a moment and went to crumple the paper I made as its sound reached the camera. From then, a smile formed in that face as those eyes hit exactly where the lenses of the camera faced. She seems to know there is something that is observing even though it was perfectly hidden.

A moment of silence went by on the video as a curve in the corner of the lips of the one in my body, raised. She then opened her hand widely in front of the camera, closing her fingers slowly and leaving only one,

her middle finger.

It's her.

It's Patricia.