Prism of Equilibrium

Chapter 1 : The Wound

*Alarm clock beeps*

This is slowly killing me. Why should I wake up every morning for school? I groaned and got up with my eyes closed. I looked at the calendar on the wall beside my bed as I shut the alarm down.

"This is just another torturing da---" I stopped when I saw a red circle around today's date. My eyes widened and I jumped around like a 5 years old kid the next second.

"Today's gonna be awesome!!!" I yelled energetically, still jumping around in my bedroom.

Guess what?
Today is the last day of my freaking school!!!

"Why is today awesome?" Dad suddenly opened the door.

"Uhh--" I touched the back of my neck awkwardly, "You know...today's the last day."

"Right." said Dad. The corner of his lips curved into a grin.

This is so embarrassing!

In front of Dad? Come on!

I have to stop talking(and shouting) to myself all the time!

He looked down on his wrist and his eyebrows were tied together immediately. "You know what? Whether today is awesome or not, you better hurry." He closed the door and headed downstairs while I ran to my digital clock and looked at the time.

Shit. It's 8.10.

Which means.. I only got like 10 minutes to get ready! I rushed to the bathroom and showered quickly. Usually, the water calms me down. But this time? I shrieked. Gah. I took a step back from the shower and looked at my right upper arm, the source of the searing pain.

What the---

My arm was badly wounded. Three long lines slashed my skin, showing my pinky flesh inside. It looks like I have been clawed by... something. But how? As I carefully took a shower, I tried to think about it. Last night, I wasn't going anywhere.

I recalled everything that happened last night as I dried myself and put on a long sleeve shirt gently so that it won't hurt the wound. I shouldn't let Dad know. I have to find the answer all by myself because I'm always alone. I don't have any friends or siblings. My mom doesn't even live with me but all of these don't really matter to me. Dad is enough, although I have always wished for a big brother, or a pet.

I finally think of an answer.

My nightmare.

Yes. That's it. It must've came from my bad dream. Oh, please, this can't be real. I have never even once remembered the bad dreams that I had each and every day.

This is really creepy.

Which person in this world would have nightmares each and every day for 6 months not to mention they really came true?

I've had enough. I have to figure this out immediately for I'm really worried if my bad dreams harm me like this again. Who knows what will happen tomorrow if I let this be?

***

"Good morning, Selena." my Dad greeted.

"Oh. Good morning to you too, Dad."

I didn't sit and quickly drank the glass of milk Dad has prepared.

"Selena, why don't you sit down?" Dad asked me, almost like suggesting as he raised one of his eyebrow.

"Uhh---"

"Mm-hmm?"

There's some reasons I didn't sit such as: