After 12am

Chapter One

Fleur's POV

12:29am; I can't sleep....again... I have to wake up at 8am to get ready since I'm going out on a date with Gabriel. Dear Mariana, I know that this is not the proper way to write on a diary, but whatever, I don't give a fuck. Anyway, that's all I have to say for tonight. Although, I feel kinda weird for naming my diary "Mariana". I guess I'm a rebel who hates clichés.

I put my diary back in the cabinet and laid back down on my bed after turning off my small blue flashlight. As I stare at the ceiling, I notice these black blobs moving slowly towards the corners of my room and go through the walls and back inside. They do not scare me, for I have seen them all my life. My lower back hurts a little, maybe I should sit up...

*sighs* Classes start on Monday, which means I'm two semesters away from graduating. I feel excited, but unmotivated at the same time. I have not yet bought a car and I do not earn enough money to be able to buy it as fast as I want. I really need a car. To me, UBER is expensive. I can't afford calling an UBER everyday to go to uni, order another one to go to work, to then order another one to go home. That would be around $200 per week. The bus is not a reliable option either, not where I live at least. Gabriel has also expressed his wishes of travelling with me this summer to celebrate his graduation. He wants to take a lot of pictures holding his diploma in all the places we visit during our travel. Which, is one of the things we will talk about and start planning today. We just need to plan our budget and choose where we are going to go.

I don't know why, but at this hour, I start thinking about the most random things. Ugh, I'm starting to get a headache....what the hell?

"Listen to me..." A soft masculine voice fades away. Holy shit. What the fuck?!

"Oh God. I'm either crazy or there's a demon in my room." That voice sounded familiar though. As the seconds ticked by in my watch, for some reason the name Daniel pops in my head. When I was like 15 years old, I drew the symbols from a Ouiga board on a sheet of blank paper and after messing with it for a few minutes I got the name "Daniel" I thought I was making it up, so I played along cause I was bored and didn't have anything better to do. "Daniel" told me that he was 18 years old when he died. He was a slave at a coffee plantation. He was working when out of a sudden he started coughing aggresively and had a hard time breathing. His owner ignored him and went back inside the house. Half an hour later he died of asphyxiation. The other slaves were freaking out trying to help, but didn't know what to do. He told me that the thing he remembers the most was crying due to the agony of not being able to breathe. It was so bad that he peed himself. He still feels embarrassed about that.

I cried silently picturing everything. It felt so real. I felt identified in a way because I am asthmatic as well. A few moments after he finished talking about how he died, I felt very heavy and warm. Then, I felt something hot wrapping around my arm, kinda like a hand. Seconds later, the area above my wrist was bright red. In that moment I freaked out and burned the paper. I didn't sleep for three days. So many years have passed since then. It shocks me that his name has popped in my mind again after all this time.

"Daniel, are you here?" I wait for a response and nada. Minutes tick by and nothing happens. I'm starting to get sleepy. My eyelids feel heavy and I feel gravity pulling me towards my pillows. I submit and stretch all over my bed before curling up in a ball since it's cold as fuck. As I slowly but surely enter the world of darkness where dreams and nightmares creep around, I hear that voice again in the distance.

"I am here and everywhere". I didn't think much of it and just went to sleep.