After the first hour of classes finished, I went to the bathroom to wash my face.
Wash my face. My body felt a little cold, my sweat does not stop and my eyes hurt. All of that was coupled with a toothache.
I think I remember, that maybe a little trip in my thoughts will help me find the solution to my pain.
Despite remembering a little and with this stressful throbbing headache, I have chest pain. Nostalgia maybe? Yes. I remember it, was a few blocks away from home, where there is a park. I vividly remember that a girl needed my help from some strange boys who were bothering her. Yeah, Everything up that point I remember well. But, suddenly everything had turned a bit greyish. I was with a girl but, a man too.
The little information about my memories doesn't help me to finish analyzing my current state. I also remember that I woke up in the school infirmary, where there were only 5 minutes to enter classes. But, it's strange that everything happened in a few moments. I remember now, that girl had the same uniform as this school. Why didn't I recognize it? I should look for her but, will I be able to remember her face? maybe not.
As I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror, I could only appreciate the bad aspect of that reflection. My pale face, headache, and the strangest thing, an insatiable thirst. No matter how much water I drank, it wouldn't go away.
After the second hour of classes, while I couldn't contain my hunger, I stopped to think right in front of the school entrance, should I go home to eat? Oh, maybe I should eat some junk food from the street. I think the best thing would be not to think so much, I'll go home to eat, anyway, I should save money to buy myself some new wireless headphones since the current ones are already a bit worn.
As I walked home, it didn't take me long to realize one thing, I was being followed. Small stealthy steps that follow my rhythm, slow breathing, and full attention to my movements. You don't have to have superpowers to know when someone is stalking you, right?
I stopped for a moment to look behind me but, there was no one, oh at least, I know that my kidnapper hid, he already discovered that I discovered his intentions
- What do you want? Why do you persecute me?
- Sorry, I didn't want to do it with bad intentions. "Says a girl who was coming out behind a light post".
Now that I remember, that girl looks familiar. Coincidences abound lately.
- Excuse me, but do I know you? I think I've seen you before, are you the girl from the park?.
- Yes, I'm the girl from the park, I just wanted to thank you for saving me before.
- Don't worry, I was just trying to help. It's nice to meet you, my name is Mikael... Mikael Foster. "I said while stretching out my hand." She, a little embarrassed, also stretches out her hand, giving us a formal and common greeting.
- Nice to meet you too, my name is Violet... Violet Vom Di Blood The Chevarlier.
- Interesting, your name is cute, and long too. "I said letting out a few laughs."
- Hahahaha thanks. Well, I think I should go, bye Mikael.
- Yes, goodbye Violet.
Without the slightest exchange of words, I continued walking to my house. After all, I couldn't get any information about my unstable state or the strange occurrence in the park. I still don't remember much, but I did notice something that caught my tension at the moment we shook hands as a formal greeting. She stretched out her forefinger a bit trying to gauge my pulse. Why would she do such a thing? I can easily deduce many things.
After having tried to eat dinner for myself lack of appetite and distaste for food, it was 8:30 PM. one of my routines is to go out at night with my bike to go for a few laps. I call it a reassuring walk, maybe it's not the best name but I like the way it sounds, I think that name suits him perfectly because that's how I feel.
as he walked slowly through that park full of that darkness, was nostalgic. why? I don't know. It's just a matter of perspective, a warm place full of energy just goes into deep silence, there is no one there, and there is no life. Night quality is not very different from warm memories, but what makes moments warm? they are warm because we are the ones who believe that this moment is a memory. After all, if we want to believe it, we can live it to the fullest. That's what I think.
As I was looking at that park sitting on my bike, I saw a boy who was there in the background. He's not a ghost, I'm sure of that, but he already seemed to be waiting for me. From the little I can think of seeing a shadow in the shape of a human, specifically a man, it's hard for me to scream, I won't scream, but I don't want to run either. I suppose that a small exchange of words would be enough to discover what happens on a day as abnormal as today.
- Listen carefully! Strange night specter, oh rather unknown man with black wings who threatened my life this morning. "I yelled at the top of my lungs as I extended my hands showing my palms." Exactly, the way to communicate and establish trust is by showing the palms of the hands. It is a clear sign of innocence.
- Let me guess, that dirty vampire told everything to an ex-human like you.
Perfect, thanks to that spectrum I was able to get a bit of information without applying many details. as I did?, It's easy, when you want to know something, You have to pretend you know. Sometimes it works, if you know how to apply it. It worked for me, and I'm not talking about this story.
- No, she has not told me anything but, Thanks for summarizing what's going on. By the way, I don't even remember you.
- You're interesting, too bad you're going to die right now. "He says as he walks towards me attacking with his hand as if it were a knife."
I quickly dodged the blow but without the intention of attacking, I just ran as fast as possible towards my bike to get out of that park. The difference this morning is that my body felt lighter but at the same time weak.
As I tried to pedal with all my might to my parent's house, I arrived in a few minutes by knocking my bike to the ground and hastily opening the door and locking it. Both my pulse and my blood pressure dropped, I felt calmer having arrived, I couldn't be more tired, a strange girl with black hair and red eyes named Violet and a man with big black wings who seeks to assassinate me is reason enough not only to get tired, If not to finish losing even more the sanity of someone mentally touched by their world.
The lights in my house were off, maybe my parents were asleep, and to wake them up because of me would be very irresponsible of me, so I'll tiptoe upstairs, so as not to make much noise.
Minutes after arriving in my room, I jumped into my bed without having removed the shoes. Why should I? I'm tired, it's not enough to excuse but, it's not necessary to fight with my rebellious conscience.
The smell of blood filled my room, where the falling drops sounded like small bells. Why is something so relevant tone so fast? No Los. But that striking is our internal fluid, while contemplating those two figures with a family aspect, it reminded me of what was happening because this day was so full of mysteries and unreliable things for a man of little aspiration, aspiration of believing.
How unpleasant is to trust the words of our close beings, we think that your willpower is a model to follow to aspire to a better future. But when we think a little about reality, it is darker, because we opened our dreamy eyes, like those of a child.
Let me explain what happens, when I enter my room all my senses clouded, my eyes protruded from terror and my blood became more pacer than my expression at that time, in my room was that mysterious man with black wings. My world was wrapped in a bitter, and without being able to fight mentally with that disturbing scene, I threw myself to the floor while I could not stop vomiting, and whisper a few words, when I saw that man with the head of my parents in his right hand.