Fuck You.. Fate

Chapter 13..My Secrets, Only Mine

That particular night, Syren didnt sleep..his eyes lost in the stars above..a mess of emotions and tears, his mind racing thoughts of what if's and what if not's..

His gaze went back to back at the leather bag on the size of his bed, and it's direct position towards him made him feel uneasy..however he just turned around to ignore it, and looked out of the window in hopeless imagination. His head felt as if it was packaged in a polythene and isloated somewhere far away, and the taste of that single blueberry cupcake remained on his tongue.

At around Three in the morning, winds had started to pick up their pace, and the moon glinting directly outside his window was now being consumed by blackish, grey gaseous monsters..
When his windows creaked and banged loudly, not much voice reached his conscience, and when cold seeped deep in his bones, his dazed eyes seemed to not have enough energy to wrap the blanket around him..

And then, there were loud thuds echoing from somewhere in the house, in a continous pattern of as if a melody, horrific and dangerous..but his body remained dizzy and his gaze all blurry..

The lights outside turned off all of a sudden, and an eery silence filled his house..the whispers of the wind haunting, and the light of the thunder terrifying. From somewhere, the door to his room had opened, but his blurry eyes made no sense..

Then thump, thump, thump came footsteps towards him, and yet he saw nothing..his eyes hollowed deep in the darkness..his body felt heat around him..goosebumps trailed deep through his bones, and yet he could see nothing, do nothing and react nothing.

His mouth opened in a scream, but nothing came out, as a hand slid past his cheek and to his neck..soft and gentle and yet sinister and haunting..
The blurry shadow hovered over him, whispers sounding as if he was saying something..and yet nothing could be comprehended..

His head was tilted sideways, fingers grazed his nape as if saying something..but then the touch Sizzled away, and the Shadow seeped away from him, the thump of footsteps followed the same pattern..and then it was gone.. leaving warmth as the mere proof of it's happening.

Syren remained in his bed, body stiff and rigid and staring into nothing, until eventually his eyes sealed together..and he fell in deep slumber.

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The next morning, he remembered.. nothing.

Nothing..he murmured as he closed off all the windows of his house and wiped away the dirty, muddy footsteps off the floor.

Nothing, he told himself as he rode the same public bus to his university.

Nothing, he whispered when he felt stares on him from everywhere, when it felt as if all people were paying attention to only him..their gazes wrapped around his figure like a sleek snake, hissing and terrifying.

Nothing , he whispered, until it became his reality..till David's sudden absence became his reality...till late night calls and sleep paralysis became his real life, something that just happened because it was him.

That was, until one day, he was called into the vice principle's office...

Angry voices, muffled yet still there..loud, arguing noises and smashing of objects..all slipped down from the small holes of the otherwise soundproof office of Mrs. Lawren, the vice principle.
His steps faltered somwhere in the middle of the hallway, but the bodyguard behind him coldly asked him to keep moving. The red carpet beneath his feet was suffocating, and the huge oak tree screamed danger.