October 2nd, 2018
"Beep! Beep beep!" My alarm clock went off on the night stand. I swung my arm over and knocked it from off the table , and the alarm went silent.
I sat up in my bed, holding my head in my hands. How could it possibly be morning, it felt like i had just fallen asleep about two hours ago. I ran my hands through my long black hair, persuading it to leave my face. I twisted my body towards the end of the bed, letting my pale white feet hit the icy wooden floor.
"Ding!" My phone caught my attention as it laid tangled in between my bed sheets.
Who could it possibly be? No one ever keeps in contact with me.
339-667-2341
{ hey }
The message read
This number was unknown, and it definitely didn't have a contact name.
Me
{ who is this? }
I typed back quickly.
I stood up from off my bed and headed into the bathroom to brush my teeth. It was 6:30 in the morning, who could possibly want to send a text message this early in the day. Parents are definitely out the equation, since I don't have any.
"Ding!" My phone went off once again and I went to pick it up from off the bed.
339-667-2341
{ Its Richard from your history class }
The message read.
How did he get my number?
Me
{ Where did you get my number from? }
I quickly typed.
339-667-2341
{ I have my ways lol. But I'm texting you about the history essay. Don't you Remember?}
The message read.
Holy sh**! The history essay! I completely forgot, and I haven't even started it.
Me
{ Right how could I forget? }
I typed back.
339-667-2341
{ Great I'll see you in the library later }
Richard sent.
"Ughh!" I shouted, throwing my hands up in anger.
I had nothing to bring, no information, no idea, or even knowledge about the topic of which the essay was on.
I threw on my attire, and stormed out of my dorm room. Enraged about the hallucinations, the memory loss, and the depression. All the worse symptoms were coming back heavier than usual and all at once.
"Sanam.." The Dean called my name from a far distance in the hallway. I stood still, watching his every step as he made his way towards me, listening to the clacking of his shoes hit the hard dull floor.
He was the only one who called me by my real name.
"Sir..." I said softly, looking down at my black stringy dress shoes.
"I was wondering if you had a moment to talk.." The Dean spoke sternly.
"Actually I have a class to get to right now sir" I said shaking my head subtly.
"That's alright, I'm sure professor Lindon would be ok if I could take a few minutes of your time" The Dean declared. How could he have possibly known where I was headed? Strange.
"Ok.." I whispered.
He turned around and I followed him into his large office. Everything in his office seemed very old, like antiques. From the furniture, to the paintings that hung perfectly in place on the walls. Even to the coasters that sat perfectly on the stand beside those dusty red chairs in front of his desk.
"Take a seat please" The Dean nodded his head at one of the dusty red chairs, and I sat in it abruptly.
He leaned against the desk in front of me, crossing his legs, in his navy blue suit.
"It brings to my attention that certain professors seem to have distinct issues with your behavior Ms.Crane. Are you aware of this.. hearsay?" The Dean said looking down at me, waiting for me to have an explanation.
I shook my head no, trying to defuse the situation a little less.
"So are you implying that you're professors are making false accusations?" He said shockingly. I finally tilted my head up to look at his disappointed facial expression.
"No sir" I said truthfully.
"Then where is the accuracy in these allegations Ms.Crane?" The Dean said crossing his arms while his eyes stayed preying upon me.
"I'm not sure" I shook my head.
"This is the third complication this week I've heard with your name in it. You must have some words to utter for your sake" The Dean began to raise his tone.
I sat quietly, listening to the anger rise in his voice.
"Ms.Crane defend yourself!" The dean shouted.
I sat silently.
"Say something!" He yelled.
The heat in my body grew uncontrollably, and my tongue could no longer be held.
"NO!" I roared, and a shelf of books came tumbling forcefully to the ground. The lights flickered as the anger in my body grew uncontrollably.
The dean stood in place looking around the room confused of what was happening around us. I grabbed my books and stormed from out of his office. My heart was thumping painfully in my chest, while I ran in panic to the restroom.
I burst through the restroom doors and gripped the bathroom sink, trying to stop the pain radiating in my body. I looked down at my arms as black streaks appeared onto my skin forming a vein like formation.
"No no no no" I panicked. I gripped my arm trying to rub off the black-like substance that revealed to be under my skin. I dropped to my knees, clenching my teeth as the pain burst throughout my body like the agonizing resemblance of cracking bones.
"Ahhhhh" I screeched through my clenched jaw.
The restroom mirrors shattered into pieces, falling around my strained body. And the sinks began to crumble, and sprinkles of water came sprouting from out of the pipes in the concrete wall. The floor caved in around me as if a ton of weights had been dropped onto one spot and the floor could not bear it.
"Help!" I wailed, as the water pushing through the pipes had my entire body soaked around me.
The black substance traveled to my neck, bringing the pain into my head. And I let out a loud scream once more, and water ascended from off the floor into a slow motion pace. The sounds around me became silent, and the beating of my heart grew quiet. The hair on my head rose above me, and my breathing became pressure in solid air. In this very moment I felt something illogical. Something impractical.
I felt power.
I stood onto my feet as the water coiled around me like a tornado in the wind. The shattered pieces of mirror cutting through the floating water, revealed my reflection in the broken glass. My eyes were black as coal, and my face was covered in the black substance that clung underneath my skin and festered in my vessels. As the energy in my soul increased at its peak, my body became weakened. The water and glass fell before me, while I dropped onto my knees, looking down at my arms. I studied my arms, analyzing every inch of my skin. And the black substance was no where to be found. I caught my breath, as before I could no longer breathe.
I grabbed my books and ran out into the hallway, sliding on the slippery floor with my wet shoes. Students came out of classrooms to search for the disturbances of loud sounds that I caused. I ran into my dorm room, slamming the door behind me. Trying to get rid of every memory that happened beyond this room. I grabbed the bottle of pills that sat on my nightstand and swallowed three of them without any water.
What in the he** was happening to me?
I searched my skin once more, looking for any signs of discoloration. There was none, not one spot on my smooth pale skin. I took a deep breath and walked slowly into the bathroom to turn on the hot shower. I slid out of all my clothing and eased my way into the shower, letting the hot water hit my skin.
The shower was my safe place. A place to escape when reality got hard and where my mind could finally rest. Sometimes just listening to the trickling water helped clear my mind from the oppression of the outside world. The oppression from spiteful professors, and a unprofessional Deans. I was passing all my classes with flying colors but somehow I had issues with my peers, Or maybe they had issues with me.
I watched the water fall through my long black hair, as every strand of hair became one with my body. Resting my head upon the white bathroom tile, letting my inner thoughts escape into the shower mist. The memory of the drastic bathroom incident repeating in my head perpetually.
I was losing my damn mind.
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SANAM
FantasyA young woman explores her life as a college student at an Ivy League school, while discovering that she has powers. She has to make a difficult decision of who she wants to become and who she already is. And in that decision she has to choose betwe...
