doom.

Monday mornings has never been her favorite thing. She despise it, just like almost every other human being, for the sole reason of "being the day that ends my freedom," or so she says. But from the moment she woke up this day, there was this feeling of dread from her intuition that gnaws at her stomach. When she saw the sun, she was frightened. Instead of feeling grateful for a whole new day, she felt dread and fear.

"The end has come."

She tried to recall what the voice has said. She did not know whose voice it is, or if it was even real, but a knowing feeling, inside her tells her that it is true. A strong sensation of certainty burns inside her chest, and it scares her so bad. She felt something bad---really, really bad---is about to happen.