A/N: Hello guys! Honestly, it surprises me how fast I update these day :D But sorry for the short chapter, it's necessary, I guarantee, but sorry 'cause it's short anyway :P Still, don't worry! Despite mountains of homework my dear teachers gave me, I somehow managed to write down a few lines for chapter 6! Don't die of disappointment reading this chapter 'cause I promise next time, things are gonna get more interesting! Btw, you're still gonna have to read this chapter *evil laugh!*
Chapter 5:
It was midnight when I finished cleaning up the mess. I had to use a broom, a vacuum and loads of rag to wipe the room to its original sparkling state, not mentioning a hammer to fix the bent metal closet doors. In conclusion, to the lord of laziness (a.k.a me), cleaning was a horrifying experience!
I dragged myself into the bathroom, trying to ignore the urge to flop down on the bed and sleep. Standing under the shower, I wondered if the water heater was still working. It wasn't exactly cold but wasn't as warm as I wanted either. This had been happening for a while and it was getting annoying. When mom got an electrician to check on it, he said it was fine. And now I was stuck with this stupid old heater.
After a long shower, I finally felt relaxed. I fell down on the bed, holding my head out in the air. My hairdryer was a mess of wire and broken plastic pieces now, thanks to that little diary. But seriously, I didn't give a damn! I was too tired to care, so the last thing I did before drifting off to sleep was to pray that I wouldn't catch a cold sleeping with a wet head and that tonight would be a dreamless night.
But, I shouldn't have wasted my time praying for the second thing, since the dreams came anyway…
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I was walking on a big field covered with knee-high grass rustling in the warm summer wind. In the distant, I could see a forest and probably a house. Something urged me to run toward it, and I did. I ran like my life depended on it. The scenario changed as I darted by: green grass disappeared, replaced by ugly reeds, warm summer wind replaced by bone-chilling wind that seemed to blow from Antarctica... Then there was a shout of a man ordering to set the house aflame.
A torch was tossed on the roof. Flame flared. Its greedy tongues tasted the hay, marking the roof with red hot lines. They climbed down the lovely flower vines, touching the windows then bit into the frames, leaving ugly black bite marks. Fire crawled into the house, then swallowed everything within. The riders took off on their horses and didn't even bother themselves with a single glance at the burning house. I felt the heat even from where I stood. Somehow I couldn't move or shout or scream or anything. I stood there like a useless spectator as my surrounding turned into a sea of fire. And there was an agonizing scream echoing from deep inside the forest…
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I woke up in the darkness, drenched in sweat. The dream felt so real that my cheeks still seemed to burn. My throat was dry as hell and words turned to croaks on my lips. To make the matter worse, I was feeling a little feverish. Not turning on the light, I found my way downstairs to the kitchen and fumbled with the tab to get some water. But no matter how much I drank, I still felt the thirst. My inside seemed to twist as I remembered that scream and I drank more, hoping to loosen the knots.
Back in my room, the sun had found its way to my bed, the faint shred of light shone on the drifting dust in front of the small window. I sat down in front of the mirror. I saw my reflection, looking like a real panda with dark rings under my eyes and skin white as its fur. Seeing this and remembering my usual look, with brown eyes, dark curls that fell to my waist and smooth tanned skin, my lips gave in to a smirk, and I wondered how a person's look could change so dramatic over a night.
Again, thoughts of the mysterious world swam in my head. Was there only a small number of people knew how to wield the wand? Or was it a world where magic filled every single corner? Suddenly, I was curious …