Day 4.
I opened my eyes. They were watery. I was lying in bed. I looked around. My small lamp on the nightstand dimly lighted the room. I could have sworn I heard something. I looked at my alarm clock. 4:36 a.m. "Damn." I closed my eyes. I had started to fall back asleep. Then I heard it. It sounded like water was dripping somewhere. I opened my eyes again and focused to the dim light. There was a figure in the corner of the room. Facing towards my bed. It looked like it was sitting. It became clearer. It was a girl. She had her long hair covering her face. She sat completely still. I let out a silent gasp that got caught in my throat. I was frozen with terror. I closed my eyes. When I opened them a few seconds later, she was gone. She wasn't sitting in the corner anymore. I turned my head slightly to the right when I seen her. She was standing next to my bed. Long hair over her face. She was dripping. Her stained white gown was wet. I didn't make a move. I was stiff. Then I snapped out of it. As fast as I could I threw the blankets off, and tried to get out of bed. But I wasn't fast enough. As soon as I snapped upright and had thrown the blankets off my body, she had grabbed my right wrist. I saw a white flash. Like lightning. Then I was in this white room. I was in a chair slightly slouching. There were wires connected to my arms. I felt as if I hadn't slept for days. Another flash. There was a table a little ways in front of me. A lit cigarette was on the table. Next to a microphone. Another flash. I couldn't breathe. I shot upright. Gasped for breath. When I got oxygen into my lungs again, I looked around. I was back in my own room. It was 8:50 A.M. I scratched my head. Then rubbed the sleepy in my eyes. I felt it. It felt like my arm was stinging. I raised it and looked at it. My right arm had a burn. In the shape of a hand. Where that girl had grabbed me.
Was that a dream or was it real? I wondered to myself. What would happen to me on the 7th day? Would I really die like Marc said I would? How could I prevent it? Just how?
At that point I had to preoccupy myself with other things. I couldn't let this get to me. Though it would be hard not to think of it, it wasn't impossible. I got out of bed. I was still a bit sleepy since I had almost fallen over on my way to the bathroom. This morning was warm. The last few days had been really warm, even in the mornings. But there I was with cold shivers running up and down my shoulders and back. When I walked into the bathroom, the tiles felt cold against my bare feet. It felt as if the cold tiles were burning into my feet. I got to the sink. I stared at my reflection. I had bags under my eyes and I looked really pale. I then thought of what my grandma had told me. Usually in the mornings and during the day, I looked anemic. I guess I'm not eating as well as I could. I raised a hand to my forehead. I was feeling cold. My hand wasn't so much warmer than my face. I lowered my eyes then raised them. I stared into my reflection. I stood there fore a minute or so. Trying to see if my reflection would move before I did. It didn't. I had a habit of doing that in the mornings. Staring at myself just to see if I could catch my reflection moving. It never did. I lowered my hand and turned on the hot water. I let it steam up, and then I lowered both my hands into the sink. I felt the water rushing against my hands, raised them and splashed some onto my face. It was freezing. I was immediately fully awake. I saw the steam of the hot water. But it was freezing. Cold was water dripping off my face and there was steam on the mirror. I wiped it off. I could see my reflection again. My bottom lip was quivering. My teeth were slightly chattering. I looked behind my reflection. Then I saw her. She was standing with her back up against the wall. Facing me with her hair covering her face. The water on my face seemed to get even colder. My face felt numb. I slowly turned around. When I had completely faced the wall, no one was there. I looked at the spot she was standing. Just hoping that it was me imagining things. Just hoping. There I was with my bottom lip quivering, water dripping off my face, staring at the wall. Just hoping that everything was going to be alright...