I flipped through the pages to see how many more were left until I was done with this chapter, FOR GOOD. I was trying my best to concentrate but somehow her words found their way to my prefrontal cortex and stimulated a series of neurons that lightened up my hippothamalus, making me feel a variety of emotions at the same time. How are her words so brief and yet they seem to trigger me so well? I shrugged off these thoughts, staring at my slides. Stare. Get in all that information. "Like opening my eyes wider would help me soak in the info better" I sighed to myself. My phone buzzed. Reflexively, I flipped it up. It was an unknown number.
"Finding hard to study?"
I froze. I looked around shaken. No one's watching you, don't get weird ideas again, it's just a spam. I opened the text and caller-IDed the number. There wasn't any name registered. Great. I was about to toss my phone away, when it buzzed again.
"I see you're curious about who I am."
Right then, the world around me started to fall apart. The mirror on the wall fell and shattered into a million pieces on the ground. I frantically made for the door, dodging glass pieces. I swung the door open and ran out. All the frames and paintings I had hung on the wall had fallen and some were even broken. The kitchen was a mess, the cabinet had collapsed, bringing down the entire cutlery down with it. What the hell was going on? I grabbed my jacket and keys. As I was making my way to the main door, I heard my neighbor pounding on my door. "Mel, are you in there? Get out now! It's an earthquake!" she said.
"I'm here, I'm coming! Wait for me!" I yelled. The freaking ground beneath me was shaking and I was swaying from side to side. Trying to get myself together, I struggled with the keys as the tremors kicked in.
"MEL WOULD YOU HURRY WE ALL WILL DIE!" she roared. I inserted the keys, grabbed the door handle and pulled. Nothing. I tried again. No, this can't be happening. To my horror, the door wouldn't budge. It was stuck.
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Prefrontal cortex: the area in your brain controlling/generating thoughts
Hippothalamus: area controlling emotions
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