Room No. 9 (PART 1)

Bloodshot eyes, long messy hair.

Skin - looked like it has been peeled and torn off endlessly.

White tattered dress.

There 'it' was. 

Standing in front of Olive. 

She could feel her heart beat too rapidly as it could jump out of her chest anytime! She as beyond scared and speechless! She couldn't even move her legs and blood had already drained from her face! She wanted to desperately scream for help. But she couldn't. Something prevented her from doing so.

If this was under a normal circumstance and 'it' was a normal creature like other human out there, we could say they were having a staring contest. Suddenly, not surprisingly, like other horror movies, 'it' started to move towards Olive. Slowly, but painfully. Olive could only see 'it' inching closer helplessly. Her tears had already heavily streamed down her cheeks. When 'it' finally arrived in front of her, 'it' lowered its head until it was only hairbreadth away from her face. 

"Leave." It whispered.

Olive could feel her hair stood up upon hearing that throaty raspy, scary voice. She didn't look straight to its eyes as her sight was already covered with her wet-with-sweat fringe. But then ...

"Olive!. Olivia Manson. Hey! Wake up!""

Olive opened her eyes after the entire body was shaken and a loud scream from her roommate who was trying to wake her up. She looked up, only to meet her roommate's worried face. 

"You were crying. I had to wake you up. Are you okay? Another nightmare?" Emily spoke up. A gentle voice yet caring.

Silence filled the room as Olive was still trying to grasp the reality. After minutes, she finally opened her mouth and replied, 

"I'm fine. Sorry for worrying you again. You should go now. You have morning class, right?"

Olive had a slight smile on her face while running her hand through her brown locks. Her eyes were puffy from the crying she did in her sleep. She then looked at her roommate, eyeing her chosen outfit for the day. Her one and only friend slash roommate was known for having  a good fashion sense as she was always seen wearing only branded clothes from head to toe. 

It's not a surprise since Emily's family owned a big business company in America. In a typical drama, a rich girl like her could have been very cold and snobbish. Buy Emily is different. She's the sweetest person in the entire universe! She's never boast her wealth in front of anyone. A very down to earth girl, she is. 

Wearing a cute summer dress, that yellow colour was so vibrant that it was almost blinding. The ribbons tie the spaghetti straps 'sitting' on her shoulders were cute and neatly secured. Olive frowned at her chosen outfit, but soon realized.  

"It's summer. That's why...". She thought to herself.

"Okay then. I'm going now. Call me okay?". Emily's reply made Olive snapped back to reality. She replied with a smile and nodded. After bidding a goodbye to her friend, she collapsed into her bed again and lost in the thought again. 

That dream.

It had been  ghosting her sleep for almost a week now. But this time, it was different. It told her to leave. Leave what? She didn't understand. She was stuck and it was really frustrating. She couldn't focus on her studies. 

Groaning while ruffling her already messy hair, Olive got up from bed and headed to bathroom to freshen up, hoping to ease the frustration she was feeling currently. Once the cold water splashed her body, she felt her mind at ease. Well, a little but. After showering, she wore a white Nike pullover and a skinny torn jeans. She sprayed a white cheap brand perfume all over her body and tied her hair up to a messy bun.

-to be continued- 

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By: Watermelon/2019