Chapter II

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Chapter II: Dejavu

Kazumi (かずみ)

Sleep in deep, through the abyss.

"Uhnnnn." I stretched my arms while my eyes are closed. I can feel the soft sheets everywhere, and I switched my position to other position, touching the soft sheets and I half opened my eyes, seeing a bookshelf but in a blurry vision.

Huh? Bookshelf? I thought to myself.

A bookshelf? I'm not in the school library, isn't it? Or maybe....

I opened my eyes and sat, I looked over my surroundings and my eyes widen. And finally it registered in my mind.

I'm on my room. So it means that all of that black-cloaked hooded creatures, my friends being dead are only a dream? Seriously? It doesn't mean that I'm not happy, but that 'thing'.. It's really sickening and terrifying. It looks like reality. The dead people that swarming on their own blood, that tragedy in front of me was so scary that made my knees goes weak. Fear is swallowing the whole me. My whole ego, my core.. seeing those lifeless bodies makes me want to mourn and cry for their precious lives being taken by a snap of a finger. But then, there's also hope and relief to me. I really had wished that it was only a dream, a harsh nightmare. And there it was, Kami-sama granted my wish. He woke me up from that harsh nightmare and saved me, and I thanked Him that, really.

I stretched my arms while yawning, I looked to my desk at the side of my bed, eyeing the alarm clock. It's still 7:00 a.m. in the morning. Still early to prepare for school.

I stood up and scratched my head, my hair is very messy and my bangs was been split into half which it's really funny when I saw myself in the mirror. I reached out for my hair comb and began combing my bangs first and proceeded to my long black hair. At first I got struggled while combing it because of some tangled hairs on the tips. But I was successfully completed it though.

I scanned my eyes on my room.
My room is just simple, but covered with sky blue covers. Even the curtains of the windows, my bedsheets, blankets, my sleeping clothes. Also my slippers, it's also a sky blue color with a Doraemon animated face on the slippers. I don't know why, but I'm just too fond of anything that connected to color blue. I really just love it because of it's very calm color, which it represents my whole self or my nature. I'm too calm on everything, I don't go panic so easily just like the others. And I always got silent especially when there's some serious matters that has needed solution which it's obvious that I'm thinking something to solve it. I'm known to be as calm teenager in the whole campus. Even though sometimes, some students thought I'm sort of a very calm weird teenager girl who wore glasses from time to time. But still, I'm thankful that I don't get bullied by my looks...not really.

I sighed softly and walked into my bathroom, going to prepare myself. I took off my sleeping clothes and then I stepped myself on my bathroom. I clicked the button for cold shower to experience a nice cold bath and I closed my eyes. Seriously, that dream is an extraordinary. It made me chill and frighten to the bones. I feel the cold water enveloping my naked figure, with my long hair sticking to my back like it was been glued. I reached for the liquid soap and put some on my scrubbing body sponge. It bubbled in my hands and I scrubbed this on myself head to toe. The scent of cherry blossoms is everywhere, the scent really soothes me. I putted back the scrubbing body sponge on it's small tray and reached my hand to get some shampoo for my hair. My shampoo is actually has a vanilla scent. This is the shampoo that my aunt gave it to me last month, which I only accepted it because it's something that I like too. I like vanilla actually. It's really a pleasant scent for me.

I let the bubbles bubbling on my hair while my eyes shut tighter to prevent the bubbles on coming to the corners of my eyes. And after a minute of rubbing my hair this and that, I finally got rinsed and turned off the shower. I got my bath robe and wrapped a towel on my silky black hair. Leaving my wet bangs sticking to my forehead.

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