I walk around the room, there’s nothing inside it besides me. I press my hand against the wall while I walk, dragging it against the rugged rocky walls. For some reason I feel someone is here with me, I don’t know how or why but I feel a presence. It really isn’t a good feeling, but it isn’t that bad either. If I have to guess the gender, male. Hands down.
“Who’s there?” I call out.
“Viiiiita.”
I shudder, but I try to keep my breath and voice calm.
“What do you want?” I ask, only a bit louder than my last question.
It’s pretty dark, but I see something move. Rocks fell from the wall. I try avoiding that spot, but something keeps pulling me there. Closer… and closer…
I wake up, shaking and feeling uneasy. I’ve been having that dream for the past month now.
I look over at my alarm clock on my dresser. It’s five past three AM. I wrap my arms around myself. It’s always around this time. I just don't get it. Why me? Why am I cursed? I get up slowly, making sure that I don’t get dizzy or lightheaded.
“Viiiiitaa,” A voice comes from my closet, dragging out my nickname.
Tears form in my eyes as I slowly walk to the closet and open the doors. There’s writing on the white wall in a violet color. I don’t even want to read it but I know I have to. I have to…
I just stare at the wall. Not thinking. Everything’s alright, it’s peaceful. I just close the closet doors without reading it. It’s just all too much for me at the moment. I walk out of my room and downstairs without even bothering putting on a robe. I look around the living-room, something’s off. I can’t place it, but I just know something’s wrong. I walk across the living-room into the kitchen, taking large steps.
I look around the small kitchen. My eyes stop on the window. When I look hard enough I can see a face. I can’t really make much out of it except some facial features. The two things that interest me more than anything is his eyes and a scar leading down his left eye and onto his nose. I blink a few times and he disappears. As if he were actually there. I chuckle a bit to myself. Then I hear a tapping noise, as if someone’s tapping on the same window. I look away quickly and open the fridge, I see nothing good to eat. Man, I should go shopping... oh well. I walk back into the living-room and rest my head on the couch.
I wake up and the first thing I do is make hot chocolate. I freaking love hot cocoa. I top it with whipped cream. I put it in a to-go cup and put my pea coat. Rushing out the door I almost forgot my cocoa. I walk down the sidewalk for abit until I reach the bus stop. Then I wait about a half hour. Once again getting up too early. I checked my wrist watch. Six AM. I let out a sigh and shook my head gently. I got about two hours of sleep, great. Well, I have about an hour to screw off. Fun. I walked away, thankfully nobody was there so I didn’t look weird.
It took only about ten minutes to get from the bus stop to the little town.
