THE REPEATATION OF a constant sound, beaping and beaping, when my blurry vision became clear, I realized it was my alarm clock buzzing, it was six in the morning.

  I dismissed it. I got up from my belly and sat up. I had dozed off into the morning. My knee still hurt when I put it on the floor, though it hurt alittle less compared to yesterday. It was all just a dream, a very awkward dream, and that girl who was in it, I had never seen her before, that forest all of it was new.

  My dreams were starting to feel more realistic time after time, they felt just like any normal day, the feel was actual, I felt everything I endured, even came close to drowning. It was hard to understand just how far they could drift off, I had no control over my own body, that wasn't new, in everything I felt different every time I got up- detached from everything and everyone, sometimes more alive, confused or frazzled, and other times numb, the sensation of dying, heavy and overwhelming. I didn't know what it was but I felt like I was a part of something, something else, something rather different but it felt so familiar, the feeling of being involved into a story I knew nothing about.

  But everytime I'd shut my eyes, I'd find myself revisiting the suffocation, the water that streamed down my body reminded me of the experience, the water clogging in me, filling up my lungs as I battled for air, the feeling of knowing it'd soon be over, and the then after, I'd know of nothing more.

  I fell back at the wall, droplets rained down on me, every second made my heart race, I pulled my face up, and the water streamed down, I wiped my face, feeling the push of water, which felt like a waterfall cascading down with so much pressure, the flow of my shower's pressure was higher than it's usual, the water seemed to be rushing down, like a rainstorm, I tried to close it but it wouldn't shut.

  I glanced at its source again as I thought of it being broken, my eyes went back down but paused staring at a blurry image just outside my shower glass door- it was grey but transparent enough to see what was outside and like wise, with the steam that filled up blurring my glass I could hardly see, but it looked like someone was there, standing right in front and just watching me, my mind refused to believe anyone'd do that, my body moved toward the door, as my hand tried wiping the glass, to see the person.

  Immediately I did, I saw dark maroon curly wet hair, and when my eyes moved below I noticed her eyes- her light blue eyes, I paused, the images in my head matched, this girl I had seen her before, she was the girl in my dream, the one who I wasn't sure if she had rescued me or not.

  I discovered that she was shading tears; crying. I regarded that her eyes looked paler than before, tears oozing out like water, resembling a stream, that appeared to come out of her imperturbable eyes.

  I peered at her, she was drenched, water seemed to be, dropping out from above her eyes as well, it was coming from her hair, her hair was leaking out water, like it was coming down from an above source like a water fall, the only contrast was how slow it was moving out, tracing down to her pale face.

  Her mouth was shut but surprisingly, I saw water came out of there too, the water seemed to increase, racing out, not even she could keep her mouth shut with all that belching out, she opened her mouth and a flood came out of there unreasonably slow.

  Shit! Her ears, nostrils water got out, the sight was defeating, I looked at her, wondering if she was in any sort of pain, the water just oozing out of her like that, her expression it looked like she wasn't even conscious of what was happening, she looked like she was in an absent state, feeling to her was nonexistent.

  Her eyes never moved, they were in some fixed position, focusing on mine, but I couldn't keep our eye contact, out of everything she tried to hide, I peered at the slight emotion in her eyes reveal, undeniable pain.

  I tore away, asking myself what was this? What was going on? Why was she in my bathroom? I thought she was only a part of a nightmare, I had, nothing true or actual but she was in my bathroom.

  Which was nonplussed, my eyes traced back to her, but my door, it started to blurry up again, I hazily wiped it, with my eyes never leaving the girl's but every time I tried to clear it, it was like my efforts were useless, embitteredly, my hand bang against my door.

  I knew I didn't want to continue to observe her fate, but I was curious of it all, the stranger in my bathroom. I was anxious to see what happen afterward. I realized that things weren't any better on my side either, the water out of my shower seemed to only get worse, its boisterous speed was to an extent it had never exceeded to.

  It was getting really hard to bare, and proceed, I couldn't take it anymore, I fell at my door, I tried to slide it open, it seemed like it was locked, which was odd I didn't remember locking it, my hands added more force to have it open, a part of me thought I was now just trapped in my shower, and the chances of anyone but that subconscious girl hearing me were slim.

  However, my hands- they never stopped trying to get it open, it was either exhauste trying or wait for an answer that was indefinite. My trying efforts did not go to waste, at a time I thought to take a break, was when it unexpectedly, finally slid open and I got out, nearly almost bashing into that girl.

  I thank God, I stopped right in the nick of time, my feet suffered, a rush hit burn, due to that jerk, I almost forced myself to trample beside her, just to avoid hurting or disturbing her some what challenging meditation, with my doubting eyes not to even look anywhere before confirming my towel was still on.

  My eyes rose at the girl as I stared at her, disbelievingly, I was standing right infront her body, seeing it all, acknowledging this still moment, the first thing I took notice was how cold it felt to stand next to her, literally, it was like her body was giving out freezer air, like she was some kind of open freezer sending out cold frosty air. Tottally different from our first encounter.

  Damnit, her skin, it looked stiff, roughly pale and harshly cold; covered in a layer ice, in such a hideous condition and yet she remarkably still breathed, I noticed her chest move normally. With her odd thin dress pressed against her slender pale body. She looked like she could use some help getting out of that trapped situation, my first thought was to get Albert in here to see her, he'd know what to do, I'd then explain to him everything that just happened.

  Of how my dream of her advanced to reality, I could feel that this- this moment was real, this was all Real, everthing strange but real, before turning away I gave her one more empathetic look, into her eyes and nothing felt more real.

  It was still evident that that look she was giving, it wasn't just my bathroom door obstructing a clear view, it was true, she didn't acknowledge me, to her I presumed I was Not even there, like a ghost she looked right through, it seemed like she was in her own world, as the worst spiraled around her. Despite of my body telling me to leave my mind refused to.

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  Leaving her here I imagined something more grave would happen to her, I didn't really know why I chose to stay, whether it was out of empathy or pity, but it was like a sort that I just had to. How I was planning on helping her, I had no idea. How was I to help her without touching her, with they being a possibility that what happened to her could easily just be transferred to me, like the current of an electric shock shooting from one being toward the other.

  In my dream, she seemed well, alive and present but in reality it was the exact antithesis, I saw how the tables had turned except I was conscious, how was I not sure she was conscious but just lacked the ability to move.

  For some certainty, I found myself standing so close to her, examining her, I was so close- close enough that I noticed something move in her eyes, like motions playing at the front layer of her eyes. In them I could see what she was seeing, what was actually happening right before her eyes, I saw a door first, a large dark chestnut door, and what I saw next was a tall sturdy~ish figure walk up to it, he appeared to come from some hallway, right before this one, he was in a black shirt with familiar light grey sweatpants, and he was at that door, his back was to my view, it felt weird in all that watching of how long it took for me to confirm that, that boy was. . . Infact me.

  It was the first time, I walked through the hallway to Mom's painting room, the very next day of our arrival, the door I was at, it wasn't hard to place that it, was the door to the forbidden room.

  While I stood at it, I discovered that I wasn't the only one there, something else was, it was above me, right on my ceiling, it looked like a murky deformed heavy creature, its body- was that of a human, a human that climbed to the ceiling, with it's deformed head turned at it's back, it happened to be, looking down at me, watching me, the seconds I spent holding the door knob, it was imitating me doing the exact same thing. As if learning, studying, practicing!

  My body jolted at the sight of that, almost slipping, but my balance was instantly steadied I didn't, but it wasn't because I had incredibly caught myself yet again but something that held my balance, a pale thin hand which had a thin layered icy net- white slim sticky web like coat, clutched as tight as it could, it belonged to the girl, without ever struggling or flinching, she pulled me to my feet like I was as light as a feather, I however, I did the opposite, shivering at her cold touch, that alarmed me in the most unpleasant ways. Instantly, I jittery began to break off her eerie tight grisp.

  She had a pretty, hard locked grip on my wrist, but that never discouraged me to stop trying to free myself, frankly speaking it was the fear of her touch wielding me to not give up at any cost.

  I was shocked that nothing of her misfortune came upon, I still felt like me, I fretted if this was all just an act to get a hold of me again, I could strangle myself why did I agree to stay and help this fickle being.

  I never stopped, trying to break it off, trying and trying. I felt the grip lessen as she abruptedly finally let go, and I lost balance and fell, right on my door, and my eyes shut, feeling like my mind failed me.

  I knew for a huge fact, I was still awake, despite my sight sense failing, the rest were still present, I heard, rippling sounds, coming from above me, I could feel, dabs- dots every second touch my face, run down to my body, it felt like little droplets of water raining on me, at a constant medium pace.

  My eyes, I tried opening them, as the weight on them was gone, I could flicker them, and so I tried to open them, when I did, the first thing I saw was water, sprinkling down from above.

  My shower, at its normal pace, washing down water on me. I was still in my shower, standing like before. My fingers touched my features, I felt like it all come back to me, I glanced around me and everything was normal. I opened my hand, and water droplets fell into it normally. I actually started to cross that her moment of surrealism had been transferred to me and that was how it was like, the misconception feeling.

  My eyes suddenly moved toward my door, I got a hold of my towel and tried sliding it open roughly my mind was still fixed that it was some what clogged, but it slide open like sliding into a mud paddle, and I fell out, almost sliding across the floor but I caught myself right on time. I bluntly ignored the excruciating burn on my knee, focusing on the pounding feeling inside my head.

  It was dèjà vu, only this time I was the only person in my bathroom. The girl was gone, Disappeared into thin air, my eyes searched the room just to find something- Anything! that matched that everything that happened did infact happen, but Nothing.

  My flooding floor was dry. My broken shower run normally. My door wasn't clogged anymore. And the most outrageous thing- that eccentric girl was gone- it was as if nothing ever happened.

  I felt my head spin, recalling Everything- I felt it all, I saw it all, I was there, Everything was Real, Nothing spelled real more to me than that lost moment. My hands found my hair as I clenched it standing infront of my mirror, rethinking every single moment like it was happening all at once again, I felt a gasp leave my mouth, as I shut my eyes shook my head.

  I felt light headed like something was falling on my skin trapping me back to the same moment, forcing me to relive it all, with a straight mind, I felt it trail all over down my skin and my breathing worsened, I snapped and forced myself to believe it was all in my head an illusion- I was imagining things- hallucinating, something! To convince me I wasn't losing it all.

  I put my hands down and opened my eyes again, I found myself, right back were I started in my shower- showering. I faltered as every inch of my mine was yelling incredulously. Trying to figure out what just happened, I hazily got out of my shower refusing- rejecting to make the odds happen again, I did everything normal, like I did every day without the racing out, I stood at the exact spot that girl stood, I didn't know what I was doing but I knew for sure what I was trying to prove. I repeated the prior act and did what I did at previously, I shut my eyes then opened them.

  I glanced around me, I was still just standing at the center of my bathroom, nothing had changed, of course nothing had changed, it was so stupid to think that I would just flip that button on and every thing would happen as I pleased, I was forgetting Nothing ever happened as I pleased not even my own fears would return back to me as I pleased, my eyes found my reflection, I looked so stupid standing there drenched with one leg narrower than the other because of the knee pain, in a towel, looking like a wet homeless man.

  Apart from the numb feeling I had of not feeling what was real- Not been able to distinguish between what was Real and what wasn't, I felt incredibly stupid, my head was messing with me, I didn't think so, it was this room, my room was messing with my head: '' echoed in my head. again and again. I was losing my mind, I felt like things were slipping; Once again I found myself in a situation questioning what was the Real in all of this dense aspect.

  All I could think of all day was what had happened, during classes, my mind'd make every sentence a teacher'd say in connection with my loud and troubled thoughts, trying it's hardest to convince me that what happened in my bathroom was all my Nightmare, forcing a reaction out of me, I recalled while I was in my bathroom, when I just started showering, my mind was already conducting reasons to my strange dream, stating that everything that happened was now just all my dreaming being hunched out into metaphors, they had some meaning to them, it may have sounded absurd but it did have a bit of sense to it.

  The uncontrolled running I was doing might have merely been the life I couldn't control; Dad making me start school, I couldn't stop it no matter how hard I tried to convince him, it was a fixed agenda, just like the constant running.

  The forest had got to be the high school I found foreign. The deep strange and thick vines were all it's enforced rules, mistakes, tragedies, stupidity, carelessness that cause suspension, if even severe assaults commenced expulsion. The lack of creatures this one was a no brainer, I presumed it was the way I felt Everytime I went there- out of place; alone and anxious to get back in my own space.

  All of it seemed to mean something when I thought about it properly, from the forest to the running to even the falling into the stream which felt like me diving into the school affairs; basketball, fence, socializing. The One thing that I had trouble figuring out just what it meant.

  That enigmatic girl.

  Who she was, what she really was, I had no idea, she seemed to want to repeatedly trouble me, haunt both my dreams and real life. All that happened led me to revert to where it all it started from, it was after that accident with my leg that she came about.