Closer to the End

Chapter 4

I looked at my desk. The hardwood stained with the colours of my artist markers.I glanced at my clock on the outskirts of my desk. It was 8:00 AM. I hopped right up. Great I don't want to be late. Until I picked up my phone and saw it was Friday.

This Friday I have a day off. For, the staff to do report cards, or something. I sighed as I realized that today, would be a boring day.

I picked up my notebook and reached back into the cabinet and placed the notebook into it's place and closed it tight. I swiped a hand through my hair and exhaled deeply. My head was so rushed with emotion.

If writing in the notebook didn't work, then maybe that world was... a dream? Of some sort. I've had many crazy dreams that I thought were real, but was wrong. Maybe this was one?

It had to be, why else couldn't I go back? I reached my arms over my head to stretch. I hadn't in awhile. I rubbed my sore calf and slugged my way downstairs to officially start my day with a morning meal.

Today was, utterly boring. I didn't do anything particularly exciting. My mind was completely off that "dream" and was helping clean instead. I had some friends over and was beginning to feel normal again.

But, as I lazily brushed my teeth, I felt a wave of sadness crash over me. I had hung out with my friends that day, and I realized how many things I could have said differently. This was something that happened often, and I hated it. But, I can't make these feeling's go away.

So many thoughts consumed me all at once. The thoughts that you let people you looked up to down. You disappoint them. I curled up in my bed and sobbed away my worries, with music playing into my ears. It was there to calm me down, but no avail.

I soon grabbed the notebook from the cabinet once more, and wrote away my worries. Writing always made me feel better. Writing was my way to escape what this world's true darkness holds. I actually felt better and placed the notebook on the ground by my bed and listened to more calming tunes.

I soon let myself be surrounded by darkness like every other night.

I woke up to the smell of fire.

Day 147

Entry 4, March 19

Dear Friends,

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I sprang up and immediately felt a banging sensation in my head. It hurt like hell. It feels like a someone swung a bat and hit me right in the head, full force. I then felt a huge weight on my back. I was swung forward and hit my face onto the ground. It felt like gravel. I groaned out in pain with the weight still on my back.

I looked around and saw someone staring at me. They had a lost look in their eyes. It was a blond female, heavier than me. I then knew, I had to get this person off me.

I placed both hands on the ground and used all my strength to roll over to the left. The girl then fell off my back and I noticed she had a knife.

I jumped up and avoided her free hand aiming for my right foot. I then noticed I was on the outside of a bus. My bus. It was tipped over and on fire.

I looked around and saw that we were in the school parking lot. I saw another bus that was flipped over behind us. I then saw Mara standing on the crib by the burning bus. She looked at me with a grin. I got an uneasy feeling from her.

"I was back, so It really wasn't a dream. Now I can figure out what the hell is going on. Bryson said something about being insane. But, I'm not insane, so why am I here?"