March 2: Write a short story from the perspective of a student who hasn't slept for 30 hours
(Woahhh bruh u still livin???)
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They were so vivid. So terrifying. Did I mention they were so vivid?
Pages of my drawing book were filled with sketches of it. The symbol I'd been seeing in my dreams. Each night, it was the same thing. A large, dusty, brown book with a leather cover sitting on a table in a completely dark room.
Suddenly a glowing blue light starts to snake around the middle in an intricate pattern until the symbol was formed. And then it glowed so brightly that it nearly blinded me but it was at that exact moment I woke up.
That was the reason I didn't want to sleep anymore.
My eyes were heavy and my brain whirled. I ignored the feeling of fatigue in my body as I stumbled to by backpack that was slung on my chair. I glanced at my bed side clock. 7:25am
Today was Monday and I hadn't slept since midnight on Saturday. I had good reasons though. I had a huge test today and I had to study really hard for it. And of course I was avoiding having that dream so yeah.
I stuffed the textbooks and notebooks I needed for the day into my backpack and zipped it up before resting on my head on the table for a while.
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My name echoed in my head as I dragged my legs to class.
“Hey! Girl! Gabby!” I whirled around slowly to see my best friend Emma waving at me.
I walked along the hallway till I finally and surprisingly got to her without falling over.
“you’re scaring me girl,” she said with a laugh.
I gave her a tight smile and my vision darkened slightly before it opened up in a reflex.
“Is the test that serious?”
“It is!” I chirped with a bright smile, gripping the handle of my backpack and shifting my weight from one feet to the other. My face fell again.
She narrowed her eyes at me and I sighed.
“How long has it been since you shut your eyes–”
“Well..."
“Besides blinking!” She folded her arms across her chest and glared at me with an expression so stern I pouted.
“Like thirty hours or so–”
“Thirty hours?!” She dragged me to a corner and waited patiently, the look in her eyes screaming START TALKING.
“I’ve been having these…dreams.”
“Go on.”
When I was done, she stared at me intensely with an unfathomable expression.
“Well?”
“You need to sleep…”
“What no! wait...you don't believe me?”
She shook her head sympathetically and advised me to go to wash my face so I could be a little alert before the test and then we talk about this after school.
I obeyed and walked off to the bathroom sulking.
I dropped my backpack on the floor as soon as I shut the door and walked over to one of the sinks, concentrating on the sound of the rushing tap for a moment. As soon as I caught sight of myself in the mirror I gasped. I looked away immediately and splashed some water on my face.
The cold water woke me up a little and when I was done I dried my face with the hand towel by the side.
I struggled to look at myself one more time in the mirror and once I made eye contact with myself in the mirror, the lights the bathroom went out.
I began to panic.
But it got worse from there.
A flash of blue light in front of me caused me to yelp and stumble backwards. Before I could get myself back, the blue light came back and shone on the mirror steadily before it proceeded to move round it.
My trembling hand was clamped over my mouth until it finally stopped moving. I held my scream and I wondered how my heart managed to stay in my chest when I realized…it was the symbol from my dream.
The lights came back soon and I dashed out of the room once I grabbed my bag and I sped through the empty hallway.
I got to class late but didn't really care about the stares everyone gave me as I took my seat and got out my stationery. Didn't anyone notice the power outage?
I waved it off, ignored the pounding in my chest and began the test as soon as I was given my question paper.
Unfortunately, I didn't perform as good as I wanted mostly because I couldn't concentrate. That symbol kept flashing through my mind and it was a struggle to keep it away.
After the test, I was still sitting at the table with my head resting on my arms. I jolted and sat up when I heard a loud bang.
I blinked slowly and saw Emma standing in front of me with her hands on her hips.
“Come on.”
As we walked through the hallway together, she didn't bother to ask me about the dreams and I was grateful cuz I didn't even want to talk about it.
“How was the test?”
I shrugged and she sighed.
“You'll do great.”
I smiled and nodded. “I hope so.”
The bell rung and Emma suddenly jumped.
“Christ, what is it?”
“Omg, history!!! I'll be so late. Um….. since you're free this period can you help me run to the library and get a... um you know how my history textbook is?? I forgot mine and–”
“Calm down Em, I'll get it for you,” I said patting her on her shoulder. “Go to class, hurry.”
She sped off like she was in a speedwalking race and I chuckled.
I ran my hand though my short, brown hair as I walked to the library, trying best not to think about the bathroom scene.
I slowly crept into the library…I have no idea why. Libraries were spooky, no argument. And even worse, it was almost empty.
I strolled through the dingy room and made my way to the nonfiction section. I ran my hand along the spines of books until I found the one Emma was looking for.
As I pulled it out, something beside it caught my eye.
The world seemed to close up on me and I nearly passed as I recognized the symbol on a book nearby.
The symbol glowed with a bright light and I dropped the book in my hand out of panic. I wanted to run out of the room but for some reason I lost my ability to move and suddenly became dizzy.
The book with the glowing symbol slid slowly out of its place amongst other books on the shelf and fell down.
My energy began to wane and I found myself on the ground, desperately struggling for strength to at least scream. I opened my mouth but the voice I heard wasn't mine.
“Gabby.”
The pages began to flip violently as if caught in a storm.
My voice came back and I let out a loud shreik.
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I FOUND MY GENRE: HORROR-COM... don't care if it's not catchyyyy~~~✨
Saw this quote that makes so much sense
"You're not scared of being alone in the dark, you're scared of not being alone in the dark" ~No idea.
Does that mean I can steal it??? Can I can I can I can I
