Lost

Chapter 6: Exploring

Hey guys...

School tomorrow...after two weeks of bliss...yay life.

I don't really feel in much of a mood to write an author's note...all you have to remember is keep on reading...even though today is probably one of the most depressing Sundays I've ever experienced...at least it's going kind of slow...kind of.

P.S. 27/04/14 17:16

It is now 23:37 27/07/14 A full three months since I last updated. I am very sorry about this, you see, like JacksGap, I kind of went on a hiatus where I thought that nobody liked my book and weren't going to read it so what's the point of me writing it. Then I went on to think people would take my work so I should just write it for myself. And then it was just laziness. Also as another YouTuber, danisnotonfire, constantly goes through, I have been having countless "existential crisis' " which always gets me thinking if there's even any point in writing this story...well, I feel like I should continue just for the sake of it. Even if you guys don't wanna see this book finished, I do. And with that I shall get going with this chapter.

16/11/14

I'm a bad person.

18/12/14

Even worse. I'm just gonna stop telling you guys when I write everything.

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I woke up for the second time today. This time from an abyss of no dreams, and to a perfectly non-creepy bedroom.

Even though it was the same one from earlier.

Funny how daylight can make everything seem less menacing.

The window was now shut tight, the door closed, no lingering shadows on the wall, no mud on the wooden floor and from where I lay in the bed, no fingerprints on the window either.

It's as though last night was all just some twisted nightmare.

Sadly, I was still swamped by endless heaps of white duvet. I probably looked even smaller than I already am, ridiculously small, in this castle of a bed.

An awful smell hit me then, causing me to look down at myself even though it'd clicked where the smell was emanating from.

It was me.

Eugh. I desperately needed a shower.

Grudgingly, I untangled myself from the once-pristine white sheets and literally climbed out of the bed.

I wanted to see how I looked right now but I didn't because my own reflection would most probably give me a heart attack. But, I look in the mirror everyday and since I didn't yesterday, I just needed to see myself today.

Not. Vain.

Luckily for me, my situation was made a whole lot easier by the fact that the room didn't actually have a mirror. Which is kind of a good thing because then the events of the night would've been much scarier.

To the shower it is then.

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After going through at least three of Ariana Grande's songs and five of Taylor Swift's, whilst simultaneously wasting a LOT of water, I finally got dressed into a pair of black skinny jeans, and a snug black jumper.

I like black.

Since someone had so kindly brought up my suitcase to this room, I guess it was mine for the next two weeks, so without further ado, I began to unpack.