Amayah Luna Ferrars, a seventeen year old with a dark past, has built up several invisible walls around herself to protect the remaining pieces of her. The girl who was once the goofiest in the group, is now the grumpiest.
Ayank Mehta, an eighteen y...
"NO!" I sat up on my bed, sweating profusely and breathing heavily. My chest was heaving while I tried calming myself down.
I had a nightmare again. I closed my eyes and laid back down slowly. I took a deep breath and sighed. I opened my eyes again and looked for my phone on the bedside table. I turned it on to check the time and as I expected, it's four in the morning.
As much as I want to go back to sleep since I'm still tired, I decide not to. One nightmare is enough for today.
I got up from my bed and stumbled my way over to my bathroom. I stood infront of the mirror to take a look at myself and shit, I'm terrified of my ownself.
My brown eyes look puffy, forehead covered in sweat, dark brown hair tangled in a mess. And to finish it off, my face looks hella pale. Damn, I look like I'm straight out of a horror movie.
I quickly brushed my teeth and hopped into the shower. I took off my pjs and washed myself thoroughly.
Soon enough, I got dressed into a simple white tee and blue baggy jeans.
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I opened my phone to check the time again and I noticed that it's only been an hour since I woke up. My mom usually wakes up after six, so I still have to wait for another hour.
Contemplating between having a quick nap and going through my phone, I chose to go with the second option.
I opened my Instagram to check my messages and woah, I didn't receive a single message from anyone. What a surprise. Hah, as if I had friends. I pushed everyone away from me after that incident.
Involuntarily, my finger clicked on a certain person's chat. We used to talk everyday untill six months ago. One of my online best friends.
She disappeared out of nowhere. I miss her. She was one of my only friends whom I hadn't kicked out of my life.
Anyways.
Enough of using my phone. I decided to lay down for a while.
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"Ama, good morning!" A soft voice made my eyes snap open.
"I dozed off?" I murmured to myself.
"You're already ready for school?" Mom blinked.
"Uh—it's my first day, Ma. I'm excited," Though the last part was a lie, I gave mom a smile.
As soon as I spoke, she sprinted towards me and put her palm on my forehead, checking my temperature, "are you sick? Or did the sun rise from the west?"
