promise is a promise

"i have lost my mother. i cant lose you too."

as i woke up sweating from a traumatizing dream, i have been dreaming about this kind of dream since 2 years ago when my mother died and my dad left me.

in my dream i was talking to a god or something. its a faceless creature? or monster...? i dont know. for me she's evil but for her peoples she was a beautiful caring god, she gave me a promise and if i broke that promise the bones in my body will crack and she will torture me until im dead. even tho im dead i will still be tortured by her but when she's telling me the promises my head hurts and i fell to the ground and thats when i woke up.

*alarm beeping* and thats when i realized im late for school. again. i ran to the bathroom while putting my pants and hoodie, and search for a piece of bread in the fridge. "you got to be kidding me didnt i just left some foods last nigh. there must be a rat inside of the fridge, huh....am i drunk? what the actual heck why is the door locked where is the key?! WHERE IS MY BAG?!" as i was running to school when it starts to rain, and there was i drying my clothes in the dryer of the bathroom. *bell rings and some students walking towards the bathroom* "here we go again"

"hey unlucky boy! looks like your late plus got soaked in rain. again!! hahaha" you wonder who that is? yeah thats the number 1 bully of my life. jerry. i hate him so bad "what are you doing here? doing your daily chores? bullying me? making fun of me? your bored? or you have no girlfriend so you have nothing to do?" i responded "yeah like you have a girlfriend??! no girlfriend, no father, and no mother?! wow!!" as he chuckles with a delightful face, i ran out of the bathroom and went to my locker to take my sketchbook and i check my sketchbook to check if jerry had to do something with my sketchbook. "wow thats your drawings?" i heard a girl voice and my face starts to turn red even tho i havent look at her face.

"yes thesw are my drawings..wanna look more" as i look to her face "oh my! crystal!" i close my mouth in shock the popular girl noticed me "hey! i've heard alot of you...they said your a freak and some pf my friends called you the unlucky boy...why? maybe we could talk at lunch but i dont see you sit anywhere at lunch" so many questions...i dont know where to start asnwering "yeah we could talk theres this big tree near the outdoor activity court you could see it from there i ate lunch there...haha okay bye" i walk to my classroom before she could say anything.

sitting under the tree with my headphones on "BOO!!" i was surprised oh its just crystal "heyy...so what we're you saying earlier?" and there was i explaining everything about me "i have that strange dream too, but not exactly the same dream as you. its like i was surrounded by some creature that works for a god i was terrified while i stare at someone that i trust. and that person is you. thats why i talk to you earlier. i want to talk about this.

i dont know why you were in my dream and im here just to find out. are we going to be trusting eachother in the future...? i hope so, your a fun person. and i love talking to you" i watch at her as the wind starts to get stronger we continue to talk about that strange dream while drawing what the unknown god looks like "you know what i wish for? i wish i could go back to the time i saw my mother getting murdered. i wish i could stop the killer of my mother so i can see her again now. well i guess thats what god wanted for me. whats the best for me. so i just. cant do anything exept stand there and watch my mother get brutally murdered. it was traumatizing." as i spoke in a deep voice "thats it! maybe that unknown faceless god can make you go back to that day you were talking about! you might think its stupid like its not gonna happen because thats just a fantasy dream, but what if its not? and i-"

*bell rings* "oh. i got to go back to class i guess. see you around, im going to talk about this more meet me at the library after school" i have no time respond anything to her because she left in a hurry.

i got up and carry my bag to class and when i arrvied at class i sat down on my chair and pull up my sketchbook i began tk sketch more about that unknown faceless god and someone took my book. jerry. "look the unlucky freak's drawing some weird ass creature! haha! is this your imaginary friend??" as he shows it to the entire class, the class looks at me in a weird way and starts to laugh at me, i felt like all eyes are on me and i hate it. i hate it. i always had social anxiety and i hate being stared by alot of people, espesially my classmates. who thinks im a unlucky freak till death.