“Hey g, are you alright?!” Knock! Knock! but I couldn’t move.

I felt like I was tied-down, but there were no ropes or chains on my body. Every single bone in me was scared. I was screaming and pleading in tears, yet there was nobody keeping me shackled. In fact, there was nothing around me; fourteen year old me was just walking down a road surrounded by desert-looking sand, in the far distance I see trees and mountains, and I keep hearing a voice saying.

“Open the box, and fill the leak. You don’t want to remember now” Repeatedly.

The worst feeling is fearing the unknown. When deep in your soul you are horribly scared of something or an event that hasn’t happen yet. That’s the state my dreams put me in every time. I wake up even more tired than I went to bed. Whenever it gets this bad it lasts for about two or three-month then I sleep with music playing in my room so my screams don’t bother anyone. I think my mum has an idea why I have music playing in my room in the middle of the night, but she doesn’t ask me to turn it off, nor does my dad. Ama, my seventeen-year old sister knows fully well why I have music playing in my room; we suffered almost the same past before we were adopted, but that a story for another day far, far away from now.

First, I gotta get out of this dream, and then deal with the noise coming from my door. To ease the hold on me, I pick a lock. I know it sounds weird, but it works sometimes. I draw a door in my mind, and concentrate really heard on trying to pick the lock with the key-shaped pendant that’s always on my neck. Usually, I never open the lock, but it helps jolts my mind into realizing than am just dreaming. Thankfully, it worked this time. I sat up on my bed, cleaned my eye, and concentrated on breathing evenly for a few seconds then walked up to the door.

“Hey, yeah, am fine.”

“but I heard screaming.” Carol asked worriedly.

“Was just a bad dream. but, am fine.”

“are you sure?”

“Yes. Thanks for checking on me, I really appreciate it” I said. I really do like her.

“It okay, you would check on me too, right? If you heard screaming.”

“Yeah, totally. Unless, it the other kind of screaming.” I wink. I saw Scotty, a course mate of ours going into her room last night.

“Oh, shut up, he didn’t stay the night” she replied with a smile on her face.

“whatever you say. lemme go freshen up and meet you at the lounge alright?” Fortunately, we have two classes in the morning together, so we just walk to class together.

“Yeah, okay.”

*Note to Self*

Begin searching for an apartment/room outside the school. Especially, a room with thick walls.