Blank Canvases (On Hold)

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The week went by normally, other than the fact that I'm still having this horrid dreams. I kept seeing diferent kind of symbols and lots of blood. The canvases I've been painting on is stacked at the corner. I'm running out of canvases, but I didn't bother to buy any. What's the point of painting things that no one can seems to explain, and painting things that no one can see. It's pathetic. I spent my week hanging out with Louise and Jeff. They're acting different, they don't talk that much to eachother and always giving me wary glances.

It's 5:00 a.m. in the morning so i decided to go on for a run. Earphones plugged in with random rock music playing. The streets are calm and quiet, they're maybe a couple of person outside just strolling through. The trees are swaying, green leaves falling. I headed to the path where it leads me inside the forest. I stopped jogging for a second and seated at one of the fallen log. I stared at my surroundings and heard a twig snap. My head turns so fast towards the direction, you will thought that I had a whiplash.

I stood up and headed right into a tree that is close into being wilted. Massive branches and trunk, light brown with parts that's turning into white and few leaves. I heard leaves crunched just right before at my back, feeling a presence of another person that's possibly stalking me. I made my arm and fist swing trying to hit that someone at my back. I threw lots of punches in fast motion making me see only flashes of yellow... cloak? I stopped hitting and stared right at the man infront of me.

Dark yellow cloak, the encounter I had when i was a kid flashes in my mind. "Who are you?" I asked. The mans cloak is covering half of his face. "You've been seeing visions have you?" "How did you know about this?" I answered his question with one of mine with my voice strong and firm. "Let's just say that you're an important person, Alex." "You're talking to the wrong guy. I'm not Alex." He did nothing but chuckled and replied "Them keeping secrets from you will never brings you safety, lots of other powerful witches is looking for you and waiting to use you. Your identity being hidden will never keep you anonymous. They will do everything thing to get into the throne. And one way for thwm to do that is find you." I laughed humourlessly feeling my jaw stiffens and stares at the man in confusion. "Witches?" "Yes, witches are looking for you."
"Then what am I?" The feeling of finally having an answer anticipated me. Everyone can think that I'm nuts but this man might gave me answers. Falls or not he will give me. For believing him, it's up to me. The man turns rigged and said "That's for him to tell you."

Will I believe this man infront of me? One of the froup of men that mysteriously appeared to the woods when I was six?

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I woke up startled. Making me stared up into the ceiling and ask myself, who's him?
I got up from my bed and got ready to start my day. As I'm walking along the streets where my dream took place today I ran a little and got inside the coffee shop where Jeff and I always meet. I sighed and seated infront of Jeff who's wearing a concentrated expression while messing with his phone while continuously sipping at his cup of coffee.

I took his cup of coffee and open the lid. I took one of the condiments which is salt that's placed into our usual table and poured great amount of it in Jeffs coffee. I closed the lid and placed it back to it's original position and waited for him to take a sip. As soon as he took a sip he spit the coffee right beside the next table.

Unfortunately there's no one seated in it. Jeff just shook his head at me and glared at me a little, used to my little pranks. "So, you invited Louise to hang out with us again?" He asked. "Yup." I replied popping the "p" and added, "And I'll probably go ask her out after." He nodded approvingly "It's about damn time." I rolled my eyes at him and got up to buy my own coffee.