•Forgotten Beyond•

Day 1

Darkness, swallows my vision. Nothing else is there, hours, hours and hours. Engulfed by my own thought, Why am I here? Is this death? Am I dead? What have I done? Do I want to wake up? But this isn't really the best way to kill my time. I thought to myself. I look down, my body won't move. Is this what it feels like to have my soul conquered by my dreary thoughts.

"Did...I'm still...talk....right...and..covering...torture...insolent..one..never.."

What? The hell, I might be hearing things. Guess, I am still sleeping. It's true that everyone dreams every single time. But not all of those are controllable and it could manipulate our thought process. And it'll be nothing anyways and mostly to forget. Waste of time.

I jumped from the second I wa ping, to find that my leg has a pen stuck to it. "What..the..FUCK IS THIS??" I whispered to the girl beside me who I suspect is the one who stuck this pen. Painful, what a nuisance. "MIND EXPLAINING??!" I asked her aggressively. "You weren't waking up, so pain is the best solution." She explained while rolling her eyes. "That's not an excuse, you know you can just hit me right? WHY STAB ME?" "Eh, whatever...not like it matters anyways." She reasoned out, "I'm bleeding, of course it matters." I muttered under my breath. "If you only were to wake up earlier, maybe I didn't have to stab you. Must've been a nice dream huh? Was I there? I must've been." she proudly stated in my face. "Yeah, you wish you were in my dreams. Maybe if you weren't such an emotionless sadist. Maybe, just maybe" I teased her. Anyways, good question what was I dreaming about? Was it that good? Something stuck out though. I can recall hearing words, but it doesn't make sense. "Hey, what did you say to me before stabbing my leg?" I questioned her. "Does it matter?" She said defensively. "Yes, I feel like a crucial part of my investigation." I excused. "I said Did you hear me? I'm still talking to you, right? And you're covering your eyes? Hmm, I wonder what makes him tick. Would you like to taste torture? You insolent masochistic dog. Or maybe one thing that you would never grasp." She did as she was told. What a narcissist, it's like she memorizes everything that she says. Anyways, I recall something from it but I didn't think much of it. Everything that stuck out to me was the word 'distraction' weird. "How come you never address me with my name?" She asked while I can see a faint frown on her face. "Do you want me to? Huh, Mia?" I asked her, and she turned away from me. "I..ha...th..fu..you" I barely heard her soft little voice. Didn't hear it clearly, "What? You say anything important?" I asked her while completely oblivious to the whole situation. "Nothing important, anyways let's patch you up." She reasoned with me. Mia hands me a band-aid to at least close the wound. I cleansed the blood of my leg, and waited for my pants to dry the blood that was dripped on. It's 7:30 in the morning, I suppose we should head on to class. Me and Mia separate ways as our soles hit the stairs leading to the 3rd floor. I continued to my class, me and Mia have different rooms. We're not classmates, which I'm fine with. I open the door to only find the usual degenerates playing around. What a pain in the ass..

I sit down on my chair, to take it easy and bring out my notes. Quiz, how unfortunate for us to be the 1st class to taste agonizing pain. I'll admit it, I like the class it's kind of fun; same time it's so horrible cause of specific specimen. As I start reading notes I'm immediately distracted by a hand slamming on to my desk, "Arguuuussss, I don't want to study. But I also want to make it to top 10 so I can't fail this quiz. Help me study, you're smart right?" A guy pleads as if his life depended on it. It did kind of, but whatever. The guy is named Corteo, "You're giving me mixed signals here, you say you don't want to study then you want me to help you study? Kind of confusing aye?" I replied with a bit of angst and sarcasm. "Just help me study later, or maybeeeeee....we can-" he comes close to my ear. "You know, cheat hehe~" he whispers. And immediately I've drawn back from him and looked at him with the face of 'you don't know how bad it's going to get'. I passed up the opportunity cause I have a history of cheating in exams, yeah I'm a bad person. "Okay, then help me study." He still persuades me, I had no choice so I accept anyways.