Static

Author's note:

I'm not that confident with my grammar but...I tried my best ^_^

This is my first time writing in wattpad, next time, I'll try my best to translate it in Tagalog ^_^

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When she has the will to open up her eyes, what welcomes her sight was the static television 5 feet in distance away from her. Chills start to embrace her whole being, trying her best to block off the cold as ice breeze.

The surrounding is deafeningly silent. Her ears collect nothing but the noise of the buzzing tv as disturb zigzag line of black and white takes the scene in the screen. That moment, she just stared at it somehow feeling scared of the noise it creates.

Well, there's another thing. She became aware of the storm outside. The thunder cries outside, showing its fury through the dark clouds. The cacophony of heavy water drops against the earth's impossible to shove away. It is distracting. It would just bring your thoughts together to form a wild imagination you didn't know your mind could create.

Boooooooommmm!

Unlike the past days, the storm became worse. Yesterday, the thunder roars and stops for a while, holding back only to disturb the tranquility of the night again. At least, it leaves a second distance. Today, it is unstoppable. Once one blow fires up, several thunder follows immediately, completely waking every living creature in the place. She isn't a coward type. Neither paranoid. But the storm seems to say something, a secret message she must found out.

Another thunder roars outside, made her snatch the remote settles at her side. She aims it on the television, shutting it off.

I should've turned this pathetic television off before I fell asleep, that is the very reason I woke up. And now what? I am not planning on staying up all night...not with this weather....

She mocked herself about being afraid of the storm. But something tells her it wasn't just the storm woke her up. She sense there's something weird, something unexplainable. She doesn't want to admit it.

She'd rather ignore and dismiss whatever she has on her head.

Throwing the remote control aside, not even thinking it might break, a sound escapes her lips. She tries to relax but fails to do so. Her muscles tense. She's aware of ignorable scurrying inside her stomach that makes her uncomfortable no matter what kind of slouching or moving she does to find the comfortable position.

The icy wind danced inside her room that turns her skin into ice. She's pale. She clench her teeth tighter to keep herself from teeth chattering. She looked around her home, tucking her knees up her chest tighter.

Good thing I left the light on...she congratulates herself.

Her house's living room is a warm, comfortable one. Visitors would definitely like her place, some even fell for it. There at the end of the small hallway leads to a tiled kitchen. It is where the radiating white as heaven light came from. Even on her sofa, she could see things clearly. In her front sits a television on a wooden and decent table-like thing that keeps it high enough to their eyes' liking. And here, she's sitting on a soft sofa that could transform into a great bed when you pull the extra cushion out. And that was what they did to lie more comfortably while watching until they fell asleep. On her right is a low glass table looked better a decoration than home use, for example, for eating. Above it was a popcorn she left. White puffs coated with plain salt were a mess. It degrades the look of the nice table but she didn't bother.

Weird, because she heard the whistling of the wind in her ear. Everything was weird. Why would the air invade her house when she's sure as hell she closed every opening before she decide to sleep down here instead of her room?