MIRACLES IN 11:11 [CASSREN]

DAY 4

CASSANDRA'S PERSPECTIVE

CURRENT: 10:19am - May 29, 2017.

CASSY'S MIND SET: February 12, 2015.

Sun shines through the window of an unfamiliar room as I opened my eyes. The curtains were colored baby blue, the walls were colored light pink which compliments my liking. A room for a girly, it is.

I stretched my arms as I yawned. Today is a new day for me. And besides, it's almost Valentine's Day.

I sat down on my bed and wore my slippers, walking around the unfamiliar room. My eyes scrunched in confusion. Where am I? Where's my twin? Where are my parents?

I scanned the wall, sticky notes were posted everywhere. What are these? I sighed as I walked near the calendar, mentally freaking out as I saw what's on the calendar.

"29th of May, year 2017," I read out loud. I chuckled and removed the calendar from the wall. You're so silly, Cassandra. It's 2015. Not 2017. What's with 2017 and it got me so excited?

My stomach grumbled in hunger as I rolled my eyes. Not now, stomach.

I went to my bathroom and did my everyday routine. I brushed my teeth, washed my face, took a bath and changed my clothes to a new pair of pants and a simple shirt. I look.. like a human. A normal human. I look simple, actually.

My feet unconsciously went outside the bathroom and looked at the unfamiliar room, walls are somewhat decorated with pictures of different people and sticky notes.

I walked over the sticky notes and read them one by one.

'Not everyone stays. Not everyone survives. Not everyone will accept you. Not everyone cares. But, even though I'm dying - I'll stay with you. I'll survive with you. I'll accept you. Because, I care about you.'

'When I'm gone, I'm going to paint you a wish on a velvet sky.'

'Even if I'm getting weak each day, whenever you're in my side, I feel so energized. You make me feel happy.'

'11:11. I'm Darren. Please remember me, Ms. Clueless.'

My heart ached with the words written on a sheet of paper, pasted on the wall. With his words, I felt pain. For a moment, I felt his pain, his sincerity, his longing.

But, who is Darren?

And, I'm Ms. Clueless?

"I should ask mom and dad about this," I muttered under my breath, as if someone would hear me. I fixed my bed and started to walk towards the door when something caught my eye. A memory notebook?

When my stomach grumbled in hunger as I rolled my eyes again. I jogged outside the room while holding the memory notebook that I saw less than 5 minutes ago.

"Good morning Cassandra!" I flinched at the calling. Cassandra? Nobody in this house calls me Cassandra, except when my parents are angry or upset with me and they have to call me by my whole name to call my attention. My family calls me Cassy and it's rare for them to call me Cassandra.

My eyes shot wide open as I saw three ulzzang girls around my age or even older and not my parents. "W-who are you?" my hands almost trembled in fear, worry and confusion as my voice cracked.