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It was a cold night when I woke up. A dark bluish sky makes my body feel numb. As I touch my skin, I felt like it was a cold metal steel. I stare at the ceiling waiting the clock tics again, but even though it has many tics that passed, I still don't want to move. I think I need to realize what is happening towards me. Every night I woke up like two or three then suddenly, i felt like something dug me. Something touched me.
The alarm clock rang loudly, I wanna smash it. The noise of the disastrous invented in post traumatic designed clock was captivating my whole skull. My ear lobes feels like vivisecting in every possible manners.
I turned off the alarm clock and headed to the bathroom. It's seven o'clock in the morning, and I think I need milk. I washed my face and leave the bathroom. I shut the door instantly. I get my bag and start dugging up the whole pile of junkies. Aha! I found my itsy bitsy sketchpad. I took a pencil, a black deserted dark pencil, and start doodling the last thing I remember. The sketching was so intense. The lines in the background is blurry and the outlines and shades are dark, but vivid. The life in the sketches is very, very dull. It is amusing to see the lines and shapes together with the shades that makes a very cool illusion to make it three-dimensional, but it really creeps me out. The finish product of my little sketching turns out to be a very old cabin. The wrecks and all the dusting doors, and weak woods, were the one that builds tension in my work. It ,maybe indeed colossal, is a very huge sketch of a creepy ancient one. Yup, I just called myself an acient one. I like doing weird things at my sketching works, 'cause they just give me pressures and excitements.
Meanwhile, my cellphone beeped. It was Jane, and she texted me. "Where are you ..... It's 9:56.... Our class is 10:00 ...are you gon--" I stopped reading. Oh shit. I'm gonna be late. I ran towards the bathroom, gladly it was open wide. I took off my clothes and open the shower. I took my toothbrush, and soap int he cabinets, and use them while showering. Yes! My left hand is handing the soap and my right hand is handing the toothbrush. I'm doing "multitasking". It's fun and panicking, by the way.
Whew! I was really late. Our first class has already dismissed! I really hate this "late" happenings. I opened our classroom's door, and an angry Miss Genesis has her eyes on me.
"I'm sorry, I'm late". I said slowly.
"No!" She yell. "60 points deduction!"
Was she even crazed? My overall performance is 85. If I ever get deductions, right now, I will fail in my English subject, since the examinations is only 1 week ahead. I must object! This is absurd! This cannot be done. It has to be undone! I'll never wanna be a failure. I almost started to let go of my emotions when Ms. Genesis left. This is a travesty. I dont wanna stay in a crypt for whole year just because I flunked, and actually I flunk in shame too. English use to be my second favorite subject, but because of our shitty teacher, I think this subject won't last long. I grab my bag and I take my sketchpad. I draw insanity for a while. My brain blacked out and my mind stops.
The class ends with the ring of the bell in a very not descent manner. It is like being discontinued every 2 - 3 seconds. The students gather around the entire canteen, luckily I had my own food. I look for Jane, but she had found some new friends. I open the door at the back of the canteen, and the view of the garden makes my mind at peace. I sat at my favorite spot, the bench behind a large tree that almost covering , or eating, the bench, and take out my sandwhich. The taste of the sandwich semms to be doesn't the one Ive been expecting for. I took my sketchpad and pencil ,too, and started sketching as I leave my sandwhich beside me. As I sketch, the lines are more darker than I've been experiencing. I mean, I never changed the brand of my pencil ,and my pencil was like four months old. A very weird goosebumps suddenly appear at my arms. Then in a second, a wind blew in the back of my neck. I turned around, and reveals nothing. As I search my eyes through the corridor of the garden, a shadows appear. My heart beats faster, and my mind becone slower. As I prepare to run, a bird reveals in the place where the shadow appeared. I sighed. As I look back at my drawing, I realized something odd. My drawing is recognizable for me. I mean, it feels like I knew this drawing for years. It is pretty amusing, because my drawing looks great, but it is still creepy. It felt like the other world in my drawing is a place I knew before. I can't think anything, not anything but deja vu. What just happened? As I look my drawings, all of them, it reveals a pattern. A pattern of happenings. A pattern of events. My first drawing appears to be a girl in a dress ,in the woods. The second one is a the girl trapped in a quicksand, asking for help. Ugh. I have so many drawings, so I won't gonna describe them one by one. Suddenly, my guts told me I have to get out. I ran out of the garden and stop as I closed the door. I lean at the door and breathe heavily.
