The next day, I woke up in my bed having no recollection of how I got there, or changed my clothes for that matter. My arm had bandages wrapped around it but I didn't feel any pain. I got out of bed, looking at myself in the mirror. I was paler than usual, having dark lines under my eyes, but something was missing. I had no bruises, cuts or bites. My body was fresh, except for my deadly complexion of course. Did yesterday not happen? Did I dream the whole thing?
I could say I experienced dreams like this before, but this time I couldn't shake the feeling that yesterday was not a dream. And something awful was bound to happen.
For some reason, I was overly tired, even though I knew I rested, not well, but still. My eyes kept on closing on their own, finding my legs moving to the bed, and back to sleep until my alarm on my phone went off. I knew I had never created an alarm for the weekend so I reached for my phone to inspect this mystery. It was a Monday morning. Seven in the morning to be exact. Which meant I had slept for two whole days.
I quickly threw on black clothes to compliment my still deadly complexion. Even after two days of sleep, I still looked as if I had never slept. My body still yearned for the bed, my legs barely able to be lifted up from the ground, but I had to go to school. It wasn't an option. I forced my legs to work, marching for the front door, skipping the morning greetings and the morning meal.
That day, my morning classes went by too slowly. My head was spinning all the time while it was burning up. Then in my sixth lesson of the day, two lessons before school rings its final bell, I began feeling my stomach going up and down. I started feeling cold sweat rushing to my back and the room slowly twisting and turning. The teacher at the front of the class was writing down a paragraph on the board, my vision turning her into two persons. I knew I wouldn't be able to make it to the bathroom if I waited a second longer so I sprinted to the door, leaving everyone in class gawking at what had just happened. I turned corners, sprinting as fast as I could not puke anywhere else but...
It was too late. I had bumped into someone. I scrambled to my feet noticing it was Kim. Why her of all people. She began complaining. Something about this becoming a habit of mine. Meanwhile I felt my stomach churning, but I couldn't hold it in. I could feel my embarrassment getting to my head before I puked my guts out onto her.
She screamed as loud as she could, looking up at the ceiling. In utter disbelief of what was happening. She slowly looked at her blouse, her mouth dropped open.
"What in the world?" Her blouse covered in blood, she stared back at me, holding my stomach. I was in so much pain, I could barely stand.
"Well shit." She exclaimed before grabbing me by my arm, slowly helping me to the bathroom. I set on the lid of a toilet, Kim wiping off the blood from my face, then placing some tissues over my forehead.
As she paced the small room, she began talking to someone in a low voice. I couldn't quite concentrate on the words she spoke, but it looked as if this wasn't the first time she was in a situation like this. She crouched down in front of me, changing the piece of tissue over my head with a new one.
After a while, we heard a knock, Kim granted entry with a low voice as if the person on the other side could hear a hushed tone. He could, as Michael opened the door, freezing once he saw Kim and my pale face. He examined the both of us, noticing blood stains on both of our clothes.
Kim stepped aside as Michael stepped closer, he lifted my chin looking into my eyes. Then stepped back a bit. "I thought she was possessed again." He scratched his head. "Again?" Kim asked, looking at me with a worried face, an expression I had never thought I'd witness.
"I should take you home." He held out his head.
"No!" I barked. I'm not going to let my aunt see me like this. She'll call my parents and there will be chaos. "Anywhere but there."
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"And does this hurt?" Brody pressed on top of my ribs, as there were some mysterious black markings similar to a cut of a blade.
"Ouchhh! What are you doing!?!" I moved his hand away. Everyone that sat around me stared at me. He barely touched me.
"What?" I asked again, slowly trying to sit back down on the chair.
Michael had driven me to the office, calling anyone who could help. And there I was, surrounded by almost every colleague, including Michael, watching as Brody investigated my bruises. Apparently he was studying to be a nurse, that is before he had to drop everything and come back to this slump for some reason.
"Candle, would you mind turning around?" Brody asked in a concerned manner. He was probably speculating something about my so-called 'injuries'. He lifted my shirt, revealing my back. Everyone gasped.
"What the fuck is that!?!" Nina yelled from up the stairs. She was one of the colleagues who didn't arrive before we did.
Wait... If Nina saw something awful from that distance, and on my back, then what was it?
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I know it has been a while, had some commission work to do (paintings) and needed to finish.
But apart from that, I hope you enjoyed this chapter!
