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Chapter 1

Hey guys and here's the first chapter of Sketches.
Song: Remind Me To Forget --Kygo ft. Miguel
Have fun...
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I haven't been able to sleep since 1am this morning. Blood. Screams. Always the same, only that this time it was worse. I look at my alarm clock sitting on the top of my drawer, the red numbers are reading 4:25 am. I use my blue duvet, closing my face. 

First day of school and I'm already this miserable. Under it, I sigh knowing I can't go back to sleep even if I tried as hard as I wanted.

Frustrated, I jump out of bed and walk towards my desk and sit down on the chair by its side. I pull out a piece of white paper and a black pen from the compartment. I'm staring at the paper that's placed on the table and the black ball pen in my hand. I drop the pen down and begin pacing around the room. I can't do this. I just can't do this to myself. Not when the nightmares just came back. I want to put it down and save myself the stress of holding back but it may trigger more worse things. Things I ran away from for three years now.

I walk back to the bed and lay down, staring at my ceiling in the darkness of my room. I don't know what to do at this point. I don't want to tell them now because they would panic. It is enough that their child went through depression and later diagnosed PTSD. I'm afraid everything may cause me to relapse and I can't waste all my effort right now. I get up holding my pillow in my hand and move towards the sofa that's close window. I pull apart the curtains and I can see the moon shining brightly. I sigh, placing my pillow on the sofa and settle down to sleep. I adjust my head on the pillow and slowly drift into a dreamless sleep.

The alarm clock is buzzing but I don't want to turn it off. I succeeded to sleep and now it's already time to wake up. I don't want to know how time flies but yes it does, and I'm still sleepy.

"Cassie," my mum shouts from the kitchen. "Turn off that alarm and start getting ready for school, okay honey?"

"Yes mum," I reply back. My voice is hoarse and my throat is dry. I reluctantly get up from my already ruined sleep. I walk over to my full length mirror that is hung up on the wall. My eyes are red and puffy. My black hair is a complete mess. If you ask why? I spent most my time crying because the dream felt so real. My parents couldn't hear me because I cried voicelessly. I don't know how sometimes you cry and no one else can hear you but you.

I drown myself with hot water from the shower and take special care of 'Mr Morning Breath" with my good old pals, toothbrush and toothpaste. Well, that isn't sounding funny but it did sound pretty cool in my head. I walk out of the bathroom feeling a little bit better than before but still tired. I stand in front of my wardrobe and it seems all the good clothes are gone. Technically, I don't really put in much effort to what I wear, so I grab the first things I see; a purple long sleeve top, black tight jeans and a pair of my favourite pair of black Nike canvas.

I walk down the stairs and find my mum in the kitchen preparing breakfast. She looks in my direction and finds out that it's me.

"Hey honey," she smiles pouring orange juice into a glass cup.

"Good morning mum," I respond taking my sit by the kitchen island. Maybe she notices that there's no excitement booming in my voice, so she sits opposite me.

"What happened to you?"

"It's back..."

"It is?" she questions inquisitively.