First day of College.
Not so pleasant, not so exciting. More like, pressure, distress, and quite the expectations. Of course, who wouldn't have high expectations when you're in the Nursing Program in a Topnotcher University. High Tuition Fee, big campus, air-conditioned rooms, and students who are probably in middle or high class. While me, who just gets through the day pleasing people to have a connection or what people call "friends".
And I did get some connections. I got someone who is active in creating reviewers which is a huge advantage for us all (Tesha), someone who probably befriended all of the professors because he's a fucking president of a school organization (Jay), someone genius yet looks at people like he's gonna kill someone with his eyes (Lian), the two who are inseparable but probably knows everyone's story (Paige and Ainsley), someone who makes the friend group laugh like hell and probably can talk to anyone in the class because of her friendly spirit (Mary), and someone who laughs at smallest things and all the moments which can probably be a use in the future (Devyn).
While me (Princess), who creates a specific personality for these people. A friendly, always laughing, always throwing money to treat them out, and will probably do whatever they tell me to do.
But who am I, you might ask? Who is the real me? Does anyone know which one is the real me? Yes, someone does. You'll know the real me once you go inside my bedroom. No one can go inside my bedroom, even my mom or a house cleaner, only him. It's not that I want him to, it's just that I really don't have any other choice. Because no lock can stop him.
For starters, I can see ghosts, and sometimes, talk to them. But I'm not what you see on videos who make bad spirits go away. I don't talk to those types of spirits. Though, it's true that some spirits go wherever you go if they want to, they could follow you around, just like what he does.
"I don't want to go home yet!" I said with a pout, pulling my friends to stay with me at the campus.
"Aren't you tired? We all want to go home and lay down." Tesha said while pointing at everyone who is also agreeing with her.
"I'll stay here, gonna wait for someone." Jay said, pointing at the bench while looking at his phone, probably texting the person he is supposed to wait for.
"Don't tell me you'll stay here with him. No. Go home." He said, whispering in my ears, even though he knows I can't fucking answer him in front of everyone.
I sighed, "Ugh fine… Ha… I don't want to go home yet…" while walking with Tesha, Lian, and Devyn to the bus stop.
"I have someone who will pick me up, guys. Bye, stay safe." Tesha said, leaving me with Lian and Devyn.
"Go straight home." He whispered again, but I'm probably good at acting because they didn't even notice that I'm getting annoyed by this tall guy beside me who whispers at me all day.
We all went home and as soon as we got inside my bedroom, "When will you stop whispering to me all day? I kept telling you to stop. I can't focus on anything. In class, with my friends, or even at the cafeteria, you talk nonstop. It's been weeks since the school started, and since then, you won't stop following me around. You better stop fucking with me."
"I'm not fucking you…" he innocently said.
"That's not what I meant, you fucker!"
He spread his hand to reach for my cheek. He put it over me, but as you all will expect, we can't touch each other. All I felt was a cold atmosphere around my cheek, "I'll stop whispering when you stop pretending."
I pushed his hand away from me, which looks like I just pushed the wind away, "Pretending? What are you talking about? I'm not pretending. I created a different personality specifically only for them. That's not pretending."
"It is pretending. Why create another personality when—"
"When what? When I can show them who I really am, is that what you're gonna say?" A moment of silence between us, as I spoke again, "Vin, look around you. Look at my bedroom. Photos of bullies and family members on my walls, files of information about each of them on my bookshelf, notebooks of how to kill and bury a human in my drawer. You want me to show them this side of me?"
"Princess, that's not what I meant. I know this is not the real you, too. I know you're kind."
I laughed, "And how can you say that?"
"Because you hurt yourself when you're angry, to avoid hurting others."
"Because it's my mom we're talking about. I can't kill her. Yes, she abuses me when we're fighting, physically, verbally and emotionally. But I admit that she was the only one who stayed when I needed someone. She was the only one who supported me, fought for me, and helped me get back up."
"No, Princess. You're kind, you just don't want to admit that."
"Because I'm not." I went closer to him, "Vin, you're just a ghost. Whether I'm kind or not, whether I kill or spare them, it is none of your business. You keep mandling on other's business, maybe this is why you died at a young age."
He gasped, and obviously tried not to cry because of the harsh words I said to him.
"How can you be so harsh to someone who likes—"
"I don't care about your feelings. You're a ghost, you're already dead. Now, go away, before I throw some salt or garlic at you." I said as I walked towards my table. To avoid any eye contact with him, because if I do, I don't know what I might say or do.
Then it became quiet. I sighed, and slowly looked around, only to see him gone. Well, that's what I told him anyway.
It's been weeks since I last saw him. I slowly told my friends about bullies, ex-boyfriends, and I even told two of my friends about some of the photos, not all of it though, and only photos. I don't know why. Perhaps because I felt guilty about Vin, so I'm trying to make up for it, hoping that he'll show up again. I tried calling him out but he never showed up.
I even told my friends about Vin. They knew that I could see and talk to ghosts. I don't know if they truly believe me though. But I told them everything about Vin, that he was tall, handsome, and he was 17 years old. And that the only thing he remembers were his age and name Vin.
I started reading romance books again. I stopped before, and started reading fantasies or actions, but lately, I started reading romance again. Then I lucid dream at night, having a rich green flag with a little bit twisted personality boyfriend.
If you're not familiar with lucid dreams, lucid dreaming is the ability to be aware and conscious during a dream, essentially giving you the ability to control and shape the dream.
That night, I was holding a guy character's hand that I made, when suddenly the character disappeared and my surroundings became dim white. I tried changing it or making a new character or even waking up, but as if someone else was controlling my dream, I can't do anything.
When suddenly, someone appeared in front of me. He was wearing white long sleeves and white pants. Then he suddenly stabbed me in the middle of my chest and stomach. For the record, I felt it. It fucking hurts. I thought I'm really gonna die. He pulled out the knife, and as if he's still not satisfied, he was about to stab me again when I wake up, catching my breath like I'm trying to survive a fucking stab.
I looked at the clock, 1:34 AM, "What the fuck…"