Lost all hope

There's something here

The rest of the day was pretty much uneventful. I stayed locked up in my room, listening to music and trying to continuously push back all the pain. I skipped dinner and planned to just go sleep early. 

It had been about an hour and I couldn't sleep. My tears kept streaming down and I wondered when all this hurting would finally stop. My life just kept getting worse day by day and I knew that I'm not strong enough to keep getting back up when I get pushed harder into ground. I laid on my bed, my head buried inside of my pillow and my right hand hanging from the corner of the bed. Thoughts of suicide once again came in my mind but this time, I didn't feel hesitant. My thoughts were intruded by a touch. My hand that was hanging felt two cold fingers touch it lightly. I sucked in my breath and held it as my body stiffened but I didn't move my hand away.

Slowly, I felt the fingers move up, still in contact with my hand until a cold hand held onto mine, but light enough for me to easily slip it but I didnt, instead I tightened my grip lightly on to the hand and it immediately pulled back, leaving my hand cold as well. I brought my hand up and sat, cross-legged. My face towards the corner. Like every other person, the image of whoever that was, was of some murderer or some spirit here to kill me brutally, similar to some horror movie. For a second fear took over but then I pushed that feeling down and reminded myself, that even if there were chances of that being some murderer, would I care? The most they could do is kill me and I, Skyler Cullen, isn't afraid of death but wants it instead. I sat there, motionlessly, waiting for whoever that was to make a move and after, what seemed like a minute, I saw an outline of a head pop up. I couldn't see the face but I could only see the eyes which seemed quite odd. The iris was of a gray colour, but so was the rest of the eyeball except that it was a darker shade. I stayed silent  and it did as well. I heard a loud thud outside and I turned my face to my room's door but as soon as I looked back, it wasn't there. Hesitantly, I got up and slowly went to open the door and saw my younger brothers' backs, giggling amongst themselves. I looked back at my room, now with some light falling on my empty room. I closed it and went to get the two back in bed before my parents woke up. 

After I came back, I couldn't sleep all night, still feeling as if whoever that was would return but it didn't. I went to sleep only after dawn but woke up three hours later for school. A headache made it's way through and I felt as if I had been hit in the head with a boulder but nonetheless I got up and got ready for school. 

I reached early and sat in an isolated corner with my headphones in and finished the last of my homework quickly. Thankfully, no one had noticed me. As the bell rang, I slumped and dragged towards my first class. 

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After a couple of classes later, in History class, I sat there listening to my professor, practically zoned out and stared at the teacher's chair which slightly moved from left to right. I started feeling drowsy but then my eyes widened when I noticed someone on the chair, appearing as if it were a hallucination. I recognized it by the gray eyes. Around them were dark; almost black circles. The skin was paler than I had ever imagined seeing. The lips formed a straight line, as if of an old man's with wrinkles around it. All in all, it wasn't as scary, but in fact, a disgusting face, reminding me of a zombie but worse. The hair which had dirt in it and was completely tangled was till his shoulders, but I could tell that it was a boy. The age, I couldn't even assume but probably not older than fifteen. I wondered why there wasn't an outcry of one of the students after looking at such a hideous creature but before I could say anything else, it disappeared right in front of my eyes.