Our Broken Witty Minds (Ongoing).

chapter 11

Broken .

Everyone has a bad memory , a bad  day  that haunts them or just miss something in life something you and others might have . These are the things that make us different . These are the things that determine our strength but sometimes they become our never ending weakness that when exposed leave us broken .

~Author

Isn't it lovely ,all alone . heart made of glass my mind of stone tear me to pieces skin and bone.
 
Lovely Billie Eilish  ft. Khalid

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I was seated on my bed , my old brown diary sitting open on my lap as i used my father's pen to write neat cursive stokes into the page, writing about the strange dream that i had. The same exact one i had been having for the last four to five days. Strange.

It was about 3 am in the morning ,i humed the tune of mirror on the wall by lil wayne . As i scribbled the last part of the odd dream. My head felt light and the peaceful sound of the frogs croaking in the distance made me feel slightly less uneasy because the school was in total silence  . The kind of silence where someone would exhale  five dorm rooms away and you could hear.
Hanani, my best friend, was fast asleep on the bed across from me. Her chubby cheeks pink even in her sleep. Maybe she was dreaming about her crush ,i giggled lightly adding that into my diary.

Hanani is dreaming about Ryuzaki again.

Thats when the strangest thing happened , i heard a knock on my door. I stood up picking up the old book and my pen and walked over opening the large door.  'No one'.

From the corner of my eyes i see a brown coat disappear down the hall way. The same  kind Father wore all the time. 
" Dad". I whisper into the empty hall. No answer .

So i do the most stupid , thing anyone could have done in a horror movie ,i followed it.
It led me down the castle like hall , into the abandoned lobby and out into the school courtyard. The full moon cast a dim light that lit up the usually pitch black yard .

At the far end of the 100 meter  courtyard was the figure of a man waving ..as i got closer to the figure ,its features became more clearer and to my utter disappointment it was a cutout of Jhope a member of the bts band reminding me of the upcoming visit to our school and the waving ,was a broken sign board behind it that was consantly moving up and down as the hot air from the boiler below rose up from the basement through a sort of man hole below it.
A chill ran up my spine as the freezing  night air  blew past me fluttering the thigh high night dress i had on in the breez.  I looked up again at the night sky to take in its beauty but as the moon came into sight soo did a billowing cloud of smoke. A small ash particle landed on my nose as i turned around horrified to see the east wing of the school (aka the dorm rooms) on fire.