That man’s face lingered in my head for days. I tried forgetting about it, but I just can’t seem to erase his face from my memory. It was really bothering the hell out of me. But it was like his face was painted in my head. Whenever I think about it, it gives me goosebumps.I can’t let it distract me, not when I am currently taking my chapter exam. However, no matter how much I tried to concentrate on the test, my head kept coming back to that red-eyed man. Something’s really wrong. I can’t just be imagining it. Or was I crazy? Is academics making me crazy?For the nth time, I sighed and tried to go back to the test.I managed to finish the exam but when I left the classroom, I felt like there was something wrong. I couldn't point out what, but I have a feeling I did something wrong.But instead of dwelling on the present matter, I went straight to the dorm to sleep. I ended up cramming a little last night because I was preoccupied with the thoughts about that man. I have so many unan
Well, I did not feel better.I woke up to an empty room. I don't know if Taylor already came back or if she hasn't. When I checked the time, 30 minutes had passed since I decided to just sleep. Maybe that's why I did not feel better.But instead of moping about it, I decided to do better. This is still the first exam. I can still do better. I can still get a flat 1 on this subject if I just do my best to excel in all the upcoming exams or whatsoever. I can still make it.My mom doesn't have to know about what I'm going through. I can still make things right. She doesn't have to know.And I shouldn’t let that man get into my head again.So I stood up and went to my table to get my laptop. I had to check my emails first because I missed my Weekly Mirror duties today.There was indeed an email from Robin containing the details for my assignment this week. He gave me previous articles for references (as he promised from our last meeting when he
Because of the talk I had with my grandparents, my mood instantly became better. I went back to doing my tasks with a goal in my head- prove to myself that I can improve my score for the next exam.The coffee and muffin given by Flint also made me feel better. I forgot I haven't thanked him so I sent a message to him. I haven't seen him today because I was technically hiding the entire day. I feel so embarrassed, especially to myself.The following day, I was determined to strive even more to improve my grade. It's still the first exam and there's a lot more coming. I know I can still make it.My to-do list made me forget about that man. I haven't seen him around so I was starting to think I was just really hallucinating. I wanted to share it with someone I know but they might think I’m getting crazy. Who would have red eyes, right? I think if they do, they’re probably on drugs."JV!"I was on my way to the Library t
It's been a week that I didn't attend any of our weekly mirror meetings. I already asked Robin to excuse me and just told him that I was not feeling well. He was okay with it as long as I did my assignments well.I've already sent out emails to people that I need to interview for my article. Most of them replied a day after so I had no problem with it and was able to submit the article in time.One weird thing though, I think I interviewed someone who looked like the red-eyed man I saw days ago. I’m not sure if my eyes were playing tricks on me or they just looked alike.I haven’t interviewed him in person though because I was told by his assistant that he’s busy so I could just email them the questions I have. I try not to mind it so much, as what I promised myself before- he shouldn’t get into my head.I've also been very careful not to meet Flint along the hallway or anywhere around the university. Why? Because I think I'm starting to get attached. And I feel like this attachment w
I feel like there was a knot inside my stomach. They were chaotic and won't seem to stop anytime soon."Hey, Jasmine to earth?"I was pulled out of trance when I heard Taylor speak. My eyes were no longer on him. However, I could still feel the crazy creatures inside my stomach. What are they trying to do? Tickle me?"Are you okay?" I heard Sean ask. I just shook my head because I couldn't seem to bring my tongue to say anything. They were tangled.Taylor began to talk about her painting. I've been seeing this in our room, but I never saw the finished version.It was a butterfly, but instead of a normal butterfly, the body was a body of a woman without a face. There was a cocoon near it, which I'm guessing that the butterfly just transformed into a full-grown butterfly. Its wings were colorful and the woman's hair was very long. Looking at the painting, I figured it was about a woman getting out of its comfort zone. It's a woman going out of her ho
I am moving out. I am starting college. And I’m a little bit anxious. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not really a socially incapable person. Maybe, a little, but I think I can survive. It’s just that leaving the place where I grew up makes me sad. And facing this new chapter in my life brings a certain feeling to my gut. Is it nervousness? I think so. All throughout my childhood, we lived in Crestville. I was already born when my parents moved to that place. So technically, I lived there my whole life. It’s such a shame that my dream University isn’t close to our neighborhood, resulting in me moving out to live in the dorms so I could start creating my place in society. I’ve never been away from my family for a very long time. We always stick together. I’m not sure if we’re just clingy people or what. And yeah, it’s making me feel anxious. I know they will be just two hours away from me. But still, there’s distance. And distance scares me. “So this will be your home for the next four year
It was like the wolf was looking straight at me, trying to get to me. I was starting to feel all the creeps so I took off the necklace and hid it inside the drawer of my study table. I think this necklace Mom got from her mother is haunted or something. To get my mind out of the creepy thoughts, I decided to continue fixing my stuff. My roommate might arrive and I don’t want her to think I’m sloppy. When I got tired of fixing my stuff, I decided to take a rest and lie on the bed. When I did, I realized it was too boring to just lie there so I got the book I’m currently reading from my bag. I have a lot of books at home. My hobbies are mainly book-related- reading a book, buying books, window shopping books, planning for a book, etc. Aside from family and academics, my life mostly revolves around books. I want to be a writer and be able to publish books in the future. That’s why I took up Creative Writing as my major. I started writing when I was still young so I think as I grow ol
The kind of bond me and my Mom has is something I will never trade for anything. She’s all in one- a mother, a sister, a best friend, my confidante. I told her everything and she would just listen. She’s a good listener, and that’s just one of the many things I love about her. I have two sisters, but I am the closest to my Mom. She’s cool and she always reminds me that my feelings are valid. She always says the best words. I went out of the Dormitory and waited for her at the gate. It’s already dark since it’s almost 10 pm now. The moment I told her I needed her, she quickly got into her car and drove here. Home is two hours away. I don’t want to hassle my Mom but I’m just too overwhelmed with all of these fuzzy feelings. And only she can help me feel at ease. There are still a number of students out so I’m not scared to wait for her here outside. It’s not yet the official start of classes so the curfew is still not valid. We’re still allowed to accept visitors. I just sat on the