Journal #29

I have to say, it's been a nice week. Not much going on. Almost slept through everything these days. And here we are at the end of April. I would definitely miss going to classes because this week was the end of semester. Hope I don't fail those classes.

Sure, I've been having a grave amount of time processing what the fuck was going on. It's like I've been going away from home for a long time. Like, I'm going to a party or something. There's a lot of delicious foods, beautiful girls, and super fun video games. A recording of some popular singers filled the room with noisy music. The lights were on and on for hours and days and years. We're having a great time. Well, I don't really know about anyone else. At least, I had a good time.

But, then the music stopped. When I finally realized, there's less of us in the room. Probably, they went home, I thought. But I couldn't care less. Then I myself felt sick and rushed to the bathroom. I threw up a lot in the toilet. Maybe I ate too much. It smelled worse than when I ate it. Far worse. I got back and now everyone's gone. I wandered around to look for anyone.

I didn't found anyone but I found a note lying on the table. It said they're all leaving to a more fun party somewhere else. They didn't say where it is though. Now, I am alone. I don't know what to do and I decided to go home. It's a lonely walk. There's no one to talk to except yourself. Where was my home again, I said to me. I'm sure it was here. No, it was right there. Yes, the pale blue house with squeaky metal fences. Yes, here I am finally.

I opened the door like a stranger. The door opened. "Mom", I said. "Dad," I said. No answers. I sat at the sofa in the living room. The air was heavy and warm. My throat's getting dry and hands soaked with sweats. I tried to stand up but I couldn't. My body were trapped on this sofa. In this room. In this house. A cold water dropped on my right cheek. It flew through my opened mouth and I swallowed it. It was salty. I should now what it is, but by that time my brain's stopped functioning. I stopped thinking and then...

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