CH:2 College Girl
864 Words
It was so dark that there was no tendency of light to illuminate anything. The space was suffocating, devoid of any reflections. It was eerily quiet, with only the sound of a beating heart audible. Suddenly, a shadow erupted in the darkness, transforming into the form of a girl.
She caught sight of a light and instinctively covered her eyes, protecting them from the searing brightness. Terrified, she realized that this light was more horrifying than the darkness itself. She could feel that if she were to approach the light to escape the darkness, it would burn her.
Ironically, in the dark, light often represents hope and a way out of suffocating darkness. However, this light held a more sinister allure. It called out to her, drawing her towards it, even as she wanted to flee from its grasp. She took slow, involuntary steps towards the light, feeling as though she had lost control over her body. Her feet moved in the direction of the glowing beacon.
In a momentary pause, she halted. And then, her eyes locked onto those crimson orbs burning like hellfire. She stood frozen in place, sensing that the fire within those eyes could consume her very soul. Death stared back at her, and she felt her body bound by its gaze.
Those eyes controlled her senses. She swallowed hard, took another step, and there she was... The light was still distant, but she had reached it. A flash of bright red light forced her to shield her eyes. Then, a loud voice pierced through her ears.
"OMG!" she gasped.
She opened her eyes, taking deep breaths. It was her alarm that had gone off. She woke up and sat on her bed, gulping and calming herself down. She was in shock, as if the air had been sucked out of her lungs.
"It was only a nightmare!" she huffed. This dream had haunted her for fifteen years, ever since she turned five.
It was strange. She experienced the same dream so often that it felt real. She had memorized every detail of it. She glanced around her room once again to assure herself that it was indeed her room and that she was sitting on her bed. She turned her head to check the time.
"f**k! I'm already late for college. It's the second-to-last day, and we have a graduation ceremony in two days. They'll all be waiting for me. Damn..." She facepalmed and hurriedly made her way to the bathroom.
Taking a quick shower, she wrapped a towel around her body. Stepping out of the bathroom, she dried her hair and body, then opened her closet to choose an outfit. She picked out blue jeans and a white top, hastily dressing herself. She put on a blue leather jacket and styled her long black hair in a bun, as she was running late and didn't have time for a more elaborate hairstyle. Applying some mascara and lip gloss, she gave herself a final look in the mirror before leaving her room.
In their modest house, she could see her father sitting in the dining area, having his breakfast. A smile graced her face. Her father, in his fifties, looked remarkably young and handsome for his age. She loved him dearly; he was her only family.
"Good morning, Dad," she greeted him with a smile. He turned his head towards her and reciprocated the smile.
"Good morning, sweetheart. You're looking pretty!" he complimented her. She smiled in return.
"Dad, I'm running late for college. Bye..." She grabbed an apple from the basket and kissed her father on the cheek, bidding him farewell.
"Emelia, you didn't eat anything? What about breakfast?" he inquired.
"Dad, don't worry! I'll grab something in college," she reassured him while heading towards the exit.
"Okay, bye. Take care," he bid her farewell. Emelia stepped out of her house.
Outside, she noticed a handsome man standing beside his car. He was waiting for Emelia. She was late again. He turned his head to look at her, and she smiled at him, though he wore a slight frown. He didn't appreciate Emelia being late every morning, but his love for her compelled him to show up and give her a ride to college.
"Hi, baby," she cooed.
"Hello," came his modest reply. Emelia giggled, drawing closer to him and planting a kiss on his cheek.
"Are you mad?" she asked playfully.
He turned his face towards Emelia and surprised her by capturing her lips. A smile appeared on both their faces. Emelia wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, but he eventually pulled away.
"So, you're not mad at me, Johnson?" she asked, a hint of concern in her voice.
He shook his head in a manner indicating no. Emelia blushed, noticing his gaze lingering on her lips.
He smiled and chuckled. "I could never be mad at you, baby!" he teased, sticking his tongue out. She lightly punched his chest.
"This man... What am I going to do with him?" Emelia frowned playfully before getting into the car. Johnson took his place in the driver's seat, and they headed towards the college together.
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