My Nurtured Complacency

Chapter 2

Anxiety, a common human emotion, perhaps occupying the most prominant position in the minds of behavioural scientists after happiness, sadness and love. Anxiety is what one feels in almost each and every situation. It may not necessarily be a complex and difficult situation. Our mind works in mysterious ways, by trying to find faults in small moments of joy.

This was no such moment.

I heard a thump. Something collapsed on the ground with an unimaginable thud and frightened the daylights out of me. I sat on my bed, in an uncomfortable, upright position and turned my head towards the door of my room.

I slithered out of my bed, like a snake approaching a prospective target. The air conditioner was blazing sound with all its might ,persitent to amplify the gravity of the situation by providing a suitable background score. I opened the door of my room and viewed familiar surroundings, drenched in the dark, luminescent light embodied by night. I walked towards the kitchen. It was a small room tucked in the corner of my house. The visuals of "The Conjuring" , "Annabell" and to quite an extent "Paranormal Activity 1" ( The rest were simply poor adaptations of the first), occupied the realms of my brain. I approached the shady frontier of the kitchen but was strangely jerked into reality by a series of unpleasant sounds. Then, the truth dawned upon me.

A dream within a dream and then the repurcussions of that dream????
What sort of a person am I?
Who dreams of dreaming something? I really ought to get therapy before things lurch out of order.
A quick glance towards my alarm clock and the sound of my mother pounding at my door, convinced me of a greater ordeal, awaiting my arrival. I leaped out of my bed at breathneck speed and latched the door open. Running towards the bathroom had never been such an inportant activity in my life.

" Noor is the kind of girl who would never manage to sustain a job"!! My mother Amaya cursed her fate whilst chopping potatoes to make a potato sandwich for my tiffin.
"Either she's on YouTube, watching funky dance videos ( K- Pop) or she's reading funny stories on her phone ( Wattpad)!! Staying up late and ultimately waking up late for school is what this girl expertises in"!! My mother mutters several infrasonic sounds under her breath before screaming for my presence. I appreciate her voice modulation to quite an extent due to this exemplary capability. I dash out from the bathroom and plonk myself on my bed to complete the rest of my 'going-to-school' formalities. Before leaving my room, I follow the customary tradition of admiring its contents which reflect my personality. They give me the kind of strength , I require to combat the atrocities I may face at my school.

HEY GUYS!!! So here is the second part of my book. I updated a little late because i honestly wasn't aware of the form i wanted the story to exhibit. I seem to have acquired a clearer idea but am still confused.
Anyway, i wish to thank everyone for reading the first two parts and appreciating them. I feel blessed to have come across you guys. A special virtual hug to EloquentErudite, Hibaaj101 and WingGlow33 for being incredibly supportive. Love ya all!!!
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~Avantika