What was this? It felt like something's boring through my heart. Staring right through it. What was it? I jolted awake. I looked around in my room, and ran to turn on the lights. Nothing. There was absolutely nothing out of the ordinary in my room. I sighed out of relief. Why was this feeling keep on coming back to me? I didn't exactly watch anything of horror. But I still felt like I did just a few minutes ago. I leaned on the wall and slid down. I closed my eyes and just sat there, completely still for who knows how long. I've checked my watch, and it was fifty after three. Almost four in the morning. I needed a drink. My throat was dry and I was just at the brink of crying. I started to feel a bit frustrated at this feeling. There was only one question on my head currently. Why? I walked down the stairs and went to the cupboard. I grabbed a glass and there it was again. The same feeling. I closed my eyes tightly for a second. I took a deep breath and closed the cupboard as fast as I could expecting some monster behind the door. Nothing. My hair swayed with the slight breeze the cupboard made and I walked to my fridge. I grabbed the pitcher and poured some water in the glass. But while I was doing so, I stumbled. It wasn't that I tripped or anything, it was like something pushed me. Except I didn't feel any hands or the sort on my back that could've pushed me. I quickly looked behind me. Nothing again. Everything was silent. Ironically, this silence was deafening enough to make me dizzy. I finished my drink and ran to my room. It was five after four. I tried going to sleep but it felt so unsafe. I felt so exposed. As if anything, everything was going to attack me where the blanket didn't cover. I covered my whole body and face with my blanket and slowly, I dozed off. I woke up the next morning with the sun shining ever so brightly even though it was only eight in the morning. The feeling was gone now, and I hope it won't come back. It probably really was from my lack of sleep. I yawned and went down stairs for breakfast. It was Saturday and I didn't have anything to do like always. My mum greeted me good morning and so did my dad. I mumbled a "Yeah" and walked to the pantry. I grabbed the instant coffee mix since actually brewing coffee was too much work. After drinking my coffee I went into the laundry room. I had to wash the clothes. Even though chores were such a hassle, it was quite a relief that my life was back to normal.
Or so I thought.
