Sakoria Legend

P. 8: Insomniac

According to the schedule, my dorm is room 609.

No clue who I got paired with, but I don't really care. As long as it isn't someone obnoxious. All I wanna do right now is just lie down honestly, today was really tough.

I open the door slowly, in the other side I see a silhouette of..

I scream, falling backwards since I tripped over my stupid untied shoes when trying to back away.

I'm over hyperventilating. When I look back, I don't see anything.

I…I don't even..

What I saw was a silhouette of Misha hanging from the ceiling, right in front of the door.

“Joan?” Yuu said, standing in front of me.

I try to calm down. It was just another stupid fake thing that I'm not seeing.

Stupid hallucinations.. Stupid school..Stupid fucking Mom..Life is too unfair.

“Sorry, I just- Thought I heard a wasp..”

“There's nothing to worry about Joan, besides! I don't think wasps are around at this time of year yet!” Yuu reassured me. I appreciated it, but it was spring-

“Plus, I'm allergic. So I'll make sure there aren't any! So…Is this your dorm?”

“Yeah, it actually is..are you my dorm mate?” I asked as I got up.

“Looks like I am, what a coincidence!”

After some chit-chat, I went into my room.

It was very small, but I could live with it.

I just placed my bag on the desk. I didn't even bother to unpack, I just wanted to go to bed.

I placed a hand on the bed. All of a sudden, it felt like it was burning.

I scream in pain, but I try to be quiet. Luckily nobody heard me.

It didn't last too long though, there was no marks on my hand either.

Voices in my head were screaming at me to get away.

I just wanted them to shut up.

I just want to think for myself, I'm done with being told what to do.

I left the room, which seemed to shut them up.

What the hell is going on..

As I reach for the door knob, they scream at me again.

Okay, this is just bullshit now.

I go to the bathroom, I just need to be in a cold room to clear my mind. I'm done with this bullshit.

Once I'm in the room, I open up the window. I then take out a cigarette and light it with a lighter I had in my pocket. I watch as the smoke continues to escape from my mouth and flow out through the window.

There were no fire alarms in here, so I was sure that nothing would go off.

I can't seem to find any peace here, and it's driving me crazy. I hate this boarding school, I hate how all these damn teachers seem so fuckin fake. I hate how I didn't even have the time to properly mourn..I hate how I was just..Dragged here…And I..I hate how unfair this damn world can be..

I feel tears falling from my face, I didn't even realize I was crying.

I look into the mirror.. It's..still me..but..

“Joan..” I hear a very familiar voice call out.

A shiver goes down my spine. It can't be real. It's just a dream.. It's just another dream…It's a dream just like on the bus…