Theme Four: Feeling
School came back too quickly. Hat's all that could be said about it. Far too quickly.
Then again, I guess it's my fault for wasting so much of that time. It wasn't quite rare for me to go out, calling out over my shoulder that I was going out to see one of my (fictional) friends (I just called out the name of someone I vaguely knew, who Ven didn't) and walked down the road, then headed down the alley behind our house, climbing the fence and sneaking through the (overgrown) plants to the tree I always used, with a branch almost overhanging my window. From here, and from my room, I could get to the roof.
But that feeling, that something hadn't left. And once school started again, I felt another join it. Not always, mainly at break and lunch, although the feeling was there in some classes as well.
This feeling, while not... bad exactly, was unnerving. It felt like someone was watching me, watching everything I did.
I was sure that this feeling was pure paranoia, something as simple as that. It seemed to have been almost a side effect of my masquerade, the one I was playing long after the other dancers had left.
I sound like a bad poet. Or a bad fortune cookie. Correction, a fortune cookie. But it is still true...
It's also true that my subconscious refused to believe that it was paranoia, and so whenever I felt that feeling, my head snapped round, trying to catch whoever it was watching me.
It never worked. All I saw were the gaggle of students and an empty classroom when it happened in a quiz, netting me a detention.
"Roxas, why do you keep turning your head?" Ven asked me the question completely out of the blue on a walk between two lessons. It was only a few weeks after school had started again.
"What do you mean?" I played dumb, trying to ignore the feeling, which had suddenly returned with a vengeance.
"Don't play dumb. You've been doing it almost constantly!" He accused. "I..." I stopped the inevitable rant by turning a corner, darting away from my brother as I headed to the classroom for my next lesson.
The feeling felt like I would never go, and I wasn't about to drop my mask to see if it really was a side effect. People were unpredictable, and Naminé never knocked before entering a room. Much too risky.
But still, I wanted to know who it was, who gave me this feeling of being watched. Was it me? Or someone else? I had a feeling it would be difficult to find out...
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