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To beautiful you - short stories 2020

“You look pretty in that dress” – Anonymous.I had a crush with one girl. I love to see her smile. I like how she dresses, how she tied her hair. She looks so cute. I always teased her look, teased how she was talking, but no one knew that I had the crush on her.Are you wondering how long I had known her? We know each other since we were a little kid. Our parents had a good relationship, for almost 20 years. She’s my best female friend in my hometown. She always came to help me when I was bullied. Since then, we’ve been a friend since we were 9 years old.Never had in my thought that I would have a crush with my best friend. But, that is possible, right?We’ve entered the same school since we still in primary school and up until now, we still entered the same college, same universities, but she was in her ballet classroom and I was more into social studies. Our faculties were apart, but when we had time, we would meet. As our relationship as a friend grow longer, and we became older, I r…

Dorm number 14 - short stories 2020

See, Write, and Post-it. Our eyes see and record every memory that goes on in life.

It's raining outside, drizzling, and cold. I looked at my phone, it's 5.45 O'clock in the evening. It was a gloomy Saturday, I was at home, alone again. Thinking of my little sister but she was with my dad. And I am stuck with my mom.  It's been a month, I'm living with my mother. Only the two of us. I missed my dad, and my little sister, she was 10 years old. But, they both live in the cities. We had a family issue, my father and mother got divorced, not long ago. I haven't seen my dad and sister for a year. This grown-up thing messed up my childhood.   

I still contact my dad, video call with him, and my little sister. I am 8 years older than her. But, we both really close to each other. I am now 18 years old, finally, I can make my own decision, and I hope I got an opportunity to go to the cities. Being away from home. I love my mom, but I don't like her boyfriend. She seems happy with her life and forgot that she had two daughters. I guess money had blind her eyes, maybe that's why dad left her. 

I am Marcella, or you can call me Sila. 

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In March 2018, I finally got the answer to my application to some institution. Nice! Finally! I can go to see my dad and my sister. I got to enter (not mention it) College. My mom did not take it well, she begs me to stay with her. I insisted. She failed to persuade me. I know she only been acting like that for a moment. I know her really well, everything will be fine when her boyfriend came and feed her with his wealth. I can't wait for that moment to get out of this house. I have a month to packs my things and prepare all my documents. 

I know I should probably ask my mom to help me to settle in all of my preparation, but, it just too hard for me this time. She totally forgot about me, when she was with her so-called "the only one". I haven't told my dad about her new boyfriend because I don't want him worried about me nor my mom. And I wanted to give him and my sister a surprise by coming to the cities. I did all my preparation to go to college by myself, I used my allowance that dad gave me every month. My mom didn't know about that. I can't imagine if my mom knew about that, my dad will go bankrupt.

So, I did everything, and left home, taking my small backpack with pocket money and using a bus to go to the cities. And, my mom can't drop me by, and just let me go because she had an important date with her boyfriend.

24 March 2018 (Saturday), a week before I register for a college, I arrived in the cities, at the bus terminal. But, I didn't know well that place because it was my first time. This is hard for me too as I am still 18 years old, and go along with myself. This place was beautiful but honestly, I'm really lost. My dad used to give me his home address in case I go there to visit him anytime, he said. I arrived at 4.00 o'clock in the evening, it took me 5 hours to arrive from where I came from. It's a long journey. So, without wasting time, I search for a Taxi, I gave the address to the Taxi driver. But then, "I'm sorry dear, this place was a remote place, and too far. You should probably call someone, didn't anyone pick you up here?", he said. What?

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By the time I arrived at my dad's home, it's will be dark. It's not a surprise anymore, it's an emergency. I didn't plan it well. Then, I called my dad. My voices were shaking, I am afraid that he will get mad. And he did get mad at me. When my dad mad, he will never stop talking. Period. So, I sat there and wanting him to stop talking for a while, after that, I explained everything. People were passing by me, and I felt so left alone. After he stops his word, I told my dad the real stories, "I got an offer for college, I left home, mom was busy with her boyfriend, I go to the cities alone, and this supposes to be a surprise for dad and my little sister. But, it didn't go well. I am sorry, dad."

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That was the first time, I heard, my dad yelled at me, I just sit there, and silenced myself, holding my tears. But, after a while, things got calm. My dad asks me where am I, and I told him I was at a bus terminal. It's impossible for him to get to me at that time because it will take him for hours. He asked me to wait for a little longer, and someone will come to pick me up. I waited for 30 minutes, then I saw a familiar old couple came near me. It was my grandparent. Oh, I haven't seen them for a while. The last time I saw them is when I was 10 years old. That time, mom and dad still together, and Christy, still 2 years old.

As I saw both of them, I hug them. I missed them. They take me to their home. I stayed with them, a week before I entered the hostel at my college. Christy was there too, We chatted a lot, my grandparent lives at the side of the city, a remote place, 1 hour from the terminal bus. Dad's house was further than there. He can't be with me at that time, he had a work trip, that's why he mad because I didn't inform him well. I had a great time with papa and mama, the word I used to call my grandfather and grandmother. Finally, I can feel like home. It was a long day.

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A week seems short for me, I wish I can stay longer with them. Dad can't send me to my college, he still busy with work. So, my grandparent and Christy sent me to college. I can feel my excitement, but at the same time worried. Who would be my roommates, and how it will look like to be a college student. Thank you, papa, and mama, also Christy for accompanying me. I hope I can socialize more with the student around here. 

Thank you, Grandpa, Thank you Grandma, and Thank you, Christy, see you in a month.

And here I am, College, my new life, where I will be stuck for 2 years, the orientation, the classes, and the meeting of new faces. It's quite far from my grandparent home. So, maybe twice a month I go back to their home. As I enter the college, we'd been assigned to a dorm, and each dorm will be filled with 5 people. Well, it's not like other Colleges, I applied for a technical and skills college. Our dormitory separated from our class. We had to take a college bus to get to our class, about 15 minutes, except for the student who took electrical and mechanical, lucky for them, they can just walk from a hostel. 

The girl's hostel located near the forest, and it's a quiet place. The only nearest to us was the Cafe and office, which only be operated until 6.00 pm for both. The gate of the girl's hostel will be closed and locked at 8.00 pm. I feel like a prisoner. While the boy's hostel located near the stadium, near the convenience store, near the food store, had eateries, and even better, they can go out, until whatever the time is. I don't know, but this is unfair. I think the administrative or the person in charge of the school should provide good necessities and a safe environment for both boys and girls. I'm just saying.

The dorm number 14
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Our hostel had two floors, the first floor had a total of 10 dorms, numbered from dorm 1 until dorm 10. The second floor, also had a total of 10 dorms, dorm 11 until dorm 20. And, I was assigned to dorm number 14. I was the first person who came into my dorm during that time. The dorm had Five beds and five locker closets. Each person had their locker closets. It's an old college, stands there for almost 10 years, and the building looks old. It's spooky at night. It was a silenced place and even scary when everything was quieter. Especially the hallway.

the dorm number 14
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Nevertheless, I like to stay here in College at least I learn to be independent. 

I saw lots of students being sent off by their parents, some having lunch at the cafe, and the others are the senior. Then my roommates came one by one, I do not have to mention their name. But, there were five of us, from different places, different faces, and different backgrounds. Some of my roommates cames the next day. The first floor is mostly for the senior, and the second floor is the new student. Some of them were nice, and some of them were rude. I hope to not get into any trouble with the senior.

The next day, all the residents of the hostel had arrived including all of my roommates. We still awkward and getting to know each other. Every night at 9.00 pm, we had a meeting with the hostel warden, getting to know the rule and meet with the committee members. The situation of the hostel at night after 10.00 pm was quiet, moreover, our hostel was near the forest. After the ending of the session getting-to-know, we all are back in our dorm, talking to each other, getting to know, and tried to remember the names. We sit in the circle, the 5 of us, talking, laughing, and telling a story. Then, suddenly someone was knocking at the door. It was 11.30 pm. The banging of the door becomes louder. 

The dorm number 14
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We all stayed in silence

A few moments later, one of my roommates goes opened the door. Then, she heard someone was laughing outside, she opened the door, it's turn out it was the senior. "We just messing up with you'll", they were laughing out loud. They just wanted to take attendance. But then, they stop for a while in our dorm and asked us if anything happened recently. Then, I interrupt, and asked, what happened? They just silenced, and I guess they just wanted to put a prank.

We were left with a question mark, what really happened in dorm number 14? Well, I don't really care.

After a week stays in the hostel, everything seems fine until something happened. It was in the middle of the night, we all are going to sleep, then, my friend switches off the lamp. But I couldn't sleep well at that night, I was awake, I had breathing difficulties, all of sudden. Our bed was facing the locker clothes. And on the right side of our locker, it was the window. It was around 1.30 o'clock in the morning. I saw someone was standing at the window. And, it's about a kid's size. I'm not sure if I'm dreaming or is it the real thing? Because you can't step outside the window, there's no place to step. I'm not sure what I was looking at that time. But, it sure scared the hell out of me.

The dorm number 14
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The next morning, I felt my body was so tired, due to lacking sleep. I can't sleep at all last night, because I was unsure about what I see. I'm not sure to tell this to any of my roommates because I don't want to scare them out. Then, I acted like nothing happened. I live my life as usual. I keep in my mind that it's just a normal thing that happened to me because it was my first time being away from home and family. I will get used to this, I said. So, I acted like normal. But, day by day, I experienced different things during the night, and sometimes in the morning, even in the bathroom. To go to the bathroom, we had to pass by the hallway. I once experienced an unusual event when the door at the bathroom suddenly shut by itself. There's no one there.

For almost a month I stayed in the hostel, I tried to get to use to the unusual thing that was happening. I experienced a terrible night, I got insomnia because of this event. I can't get asleep because I was traumatized by the weird dream and the things that I was seeing. At one time, my roommates saw me talking in my dream, but they afraid to wake me up. Sometimes I sleepwalking, going to my locker and stand there, for a couple of minutes, then going back to my bed. Days by days, I can feel that my roommates were afraid to talk to me, and eventually they tried to ignore me.

One night, all of my roommates were sleeping on the floor at that time. I am the only one who sleeps at the bed. I can't sleep at all. The weather was hot, and I sweat a lot. I stayed until 1.00 o'clock. Then, I tried to cover my face with a blanket. My heartbeat fasts all of a sudden. I can feel someone was watching me at that time. I take my earphone and listen to a random song on YouTube. As all of my roommates having a good sleep, but I am awake. I felt that someone was standing near the door, watching me and my friend's sleep. I was scared, really. I closed my eyes and forcing myself to get asleep. But then, a random soundtrack was playing, and the lyric came out, "You can run, but you can never hide from the shadows that creeping up beside you". I wake up, and hurriedly go beside my friend's and hug her in shaking.

The dorm number14
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I woke her up, it was 3 o'clock in the morning, Jennifer, my roommate switch on the light. She was screaming waking up all of my other roommates, she saw all of our lockers were opened, and our clothes were on the floor.  All eyes are on me, just like what I think, they taught it was me who do these things. I don't know what happened to me at that time, I can't control my body, all of sudden I cried and scream hysterically, I scream out loud until the next dorm was also awake and knock on our door.  I was not myself at that time. I want to stop this craziness and but body refuses too. I tried to call out my friend's name, but my voices change, my body felt nausea, and suddenly, I don't know what happened, everything turns black. 

I don't know what happened to me nor a thing I remember, the last thing I saw was me turning into something that scared the people surround me.

Little that I know, I was hospitalized for a couple of days. I opened my eyes, I saw my father holding my hand while putting his head down sleep near me, and Christy was sitting on the chair, asleep. Papa and mama were outside talking with miss Brenda, the hostel warden, and a doctor. I can't find whereabout my mother. My body felt so tired. I can't even move my hand to wake my dad. But, I guess he knows I'm awake. The moment he saw me, I can see his eyes tearing, and calling out the doctor. It's still become a question mark, what had happened?

the dorm number 14
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 A week had passed, I skipped a lot of classes. But, I never returned to that hostel. I stayed at home, at my grandparent's house. I defer my study for not know-how long. What the doctor had told me quiet surprise me a lot and it had really affected my mental health.

I was traumatized by what happened to my family. The divorcement of my parent had really affected my life. I might be seen okay in front of everyone, I laugh, I talk and living like a normal person, but yet, deep inside my heart without even noticing about it, my brain triggers the memory that haunted me a long time ago. The memories of being called a broken family during high school traumatized me. The kids around me calling me a child without a father, a child than living with a spoiled mother. The truth is, I wanted a perfect family, I am aware of that, of being called broken family. As the years pass by, the revenge heart grew until I was 18 years old, and I can no longer control my emotion because I was blind with the perfectness I wanted in a family. In a simple word, I was distressed because lack of love attention, both parents was busy with their life, and I had no one to talk to. Lucky for Christy, she's with papa and mama. 

The thing happened in the dorm still became a mystery for me. 

A year had passed. And now it's 2019. I choose to live with my dad and right now living in his house, together with Christy. At some point, I was curious to know what happened to that college I was attended a year ago. To be exactly, what happened to the dorm number 14. I search on google, typing the name of the college, then, I found an article. Honestly, I was scared to click on the article, the title looks scary. 

"In 1998, a girl found dead in the locker, it was an unknown cause, the police decided it was a suicide case. But still, it has no suicide letter, no blood mark, the autopsy shows nothing happened to the body, no drugs, no internal injuries. But, looking at the background of her life, she was under depression, mental health disorder. A month before her death, she had insomnia. It was dorm14."

I don't want to make any assumptions. I just feel blessed and lucky enough to still able to breathe until now. Depression is not a joke and yet it's not something we need to proud of. Talk to someone, don't let it defeat you.

These posts(Dorm number 14) are a work of fiction based on the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual events, locale, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental. Keep your mental health in check.

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