Chapter 2 - REVERIE
Pov: Teacher
When she read that out… It brought me back to the exact moment back then. Lost in reverie, I might not have marked the exam papers all soon. Though it was 2 years ago, I suppose I never failed to capture every second of what happened before. Well, I don't know what really happened but I did know what it made. Threats… promises and bloodshed tears… I sighed recalling, there's nothing to be done right now. "Why is the story such a dreadful thing?" Estella questioned. "Because— it's something that should be prohibited for young teenagers. Dealing with such crimes and murders isn't very appropriate. Don't you think so, Mrs. Idyllic?" Whether she does or does not know the possibility of the story actually being the truth; as a teacher, there's no point in letting her know. "Crimes and murders are a genre, teacher. And I believe I do have every single right to write such things as this, as creativity should be allowed to express ideas. Are you telling me to stop writing my own fantasies when I'm capable of this?" She responded with quite a lot of sass. "You're excused," I sighed.
Flipping through the old pictures back from the 2000s, of where 5 kids vanished, cluelessly into the bare darkness. Some seconds passed, and the lights started to play. I sighed, turning around. Was it another technical problem, I thought to myself. It usually occurred in the teacher's room. Dim light, broken windows it was a shitty job to be placed at. In an instant, something arose from my back, something dark. The figure stood tall and buffy, the shadow which I could only capture through the aura of the presence. My senses, all five there were but none of them were to use. Why? I always had good acumen, but what was this? The figure grabbed me by my hair. With a strong pull, my head faced him, seeing a half-sewed man. "The wish she made, it's coming true" Before it could finish what the phrase itself was about, everything turned pitch black.
Pov: Estella
That was a whole lot of information to pack up through my small mind. No wonder why computers don't process while having much information. The fact that stands out the most was that for the first time in my living years, the hallucination must have some kind of weird reflections of the past. I may have noticed that since Artemis came for a talk today. The conversation itself didn't clear up the knots the writing tied. The red thread knot, all tied up. If it was left untied for the rest of my years, I wouldn't be so surprised. A part of me felt as if I was back there, as Zoey. I don't know, but it threatens my heart to stop beating out of shock. Oh, the tendency to be right in the same spot, as in here, was huge. That part of me started to consume the whole of me. I couldn't get back to my what-so-called usual thoughts now.
My foot quickly made me home screwing all those thoughts; making dinner was a usual routine of mine. Outside, it was freezing, of course it was, I thought to myself. It was Amsterdam after all. Living here was a change of my demeanour, but back there in New York was disastrous—those children whom I wished they could croak. The cold made the air stiff and caused me to quarry into my deep thoughts. Yet not excited about another hoaxment of the created images of mine. "Szzz~" The pan sizzles. I didn't really have enough effort to make something look like a dinner itself. As I sat down I thought about who Zoey was. Overall logic would draw to the solution of my hallucination, and possibly it could be a coincidence with Artemis. Zoey was a common name, beautiful yet intriguing, but names just popped up in my head. As much as I wanted to be something in his life, I didn't want him getting hopes for something utterly impossible. Just me stuck in my dreams, and there he was being a part of one. Or should I say I was a part of his? I yawned while watching animated movies over and over. I lived in a small comfy house, near the street. It was what you would see in movies, where identical houses lay beside each other. Mine was different, well, it's better to use unique. It was dark, the color tone was dim and what do you call that, lifeless, but technically it was a plain modern house. Apart from the house did have some life in it, which was the only existence of my soul. The fire across the window shone brightly across my house. I did find out that Artemis lived nearby. By this point, watching the window, eating, and watching TV was bringing out my best friend, boredom. My phone rang. I picked it up. Not even a bit surprised to find out it was Pilgrims. Well, he's called Ace, but I would prefer Pilgrims for him. He was the only person to understand my whimsical thoughts, which people say are psycho. It was as if a slight amount of light shone into my dark room. Well, that sounds cliche. But okay, we'll have to deal with it. "Hi?" I spoke with a soft tone. "Hey Estella. Was proceedingly gonna ask you how's life after your big awkward moment." He spoke mockingly at my previous act. As a pilgrim, he had enough experience to draw a moral to me whenever I did something stupid. Stupidly awesome sometimes. Sometimes, or most of the time. But having a friend like him was something that has helped me through my biggest breakdowns. I was never a thing to be satisfied about nor a thing that could fit the bare minimum. I wish I could.