Hunger
After 30 minutes, Dad and I got out of car after parking. We saw Mr. Jimenez going up with his bag pack and few folders on his right arm. His my first professor this morning.
I don't want him to know im here..
'MR. JIMENEZ!!'
DAD!
Why is he always succeeding in ruining my mornings??
Before I turned somewhere to hid my face from my prof, Mr.Jimenez did a perfect 90 degrees turn and smiled at my dad and even wave his left hand.
What a day!
'You're in my class', he said after recognizing me.
And this is how I'll start my usual University life, me, dad, and my professor walk together.
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NARRATOR's POV
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Psychology Department east wing, 6th floor of Exacto Building
The soon-to-be renovated building, and the last floor to receive the budget for renovation. The hallway is empty and everyone is in their classes, the yellow white paint on the walls makes the ambiance a perfect Horror Set-up just like last years Halloween.
Imagine how moody the ambiance and discolour the 6th floor of Exacto building is? That is how empty and tasteless Miss Venice expression is for almost everyday. She's at section C and listening very well to their instructor, patiently waiting for any activity to be done and desperately hoping for the lecture to end.
She sat erect on her desk, left hand down her side, while the other hand holding the pen on the desk.
She was aware of her situation as soon as her fingernails slowly turned to pale violet. She put down the pen and move her hand close to her chest. *Thump *Thump* Her heart is slowly beating, the pace of her breath is cutting short too, she can feel that any moment she'll be experiencing oxygen deprivation and the tendency to fell unconscious.
Before letting it happen, she raised her hand and excuse herself to the bathroom.
She move out the classroom quietly, ignored by her classmates.
Unfortunately, The 6th floor's comfort room is out of order.
Venice tried to pull herself together to walk downstairs down the 5th floor as she begins to feel heavy steps and fuzzy eyesight. She gasped for air, and she's literally looking ill. No one is even around because its class hour.
She loose her balance and lean on the wall still trying to take few steps down. She's like drugged, not knowing if she will fall on the ground or stumble on the stairs.
Another step and more steps 'til she reached the comfort room. Her gasping sounds heavy and barely walk normally.
....No one's here...
She thought and with her last strength he open one of the cubicle and immediately sat on the toilet bowl.
Her hands were trembling, trembling from hunger, anxiety, and fear. She lift her left hand, opens her mouth and without a second... she bite her own flesh and not even a single drop of blood made out from her mouth.
She let few groans of hungry beast like devouring its final prey.
Her sanity awoken when someone tried to pull the door of the cubicle she's in.
Minutes later, ladies begun to enter the comfort room and filled the atmosphere with small talks and perfume.
While in the first cubicle, the young lady keep sucking her blood feeding her hungry nature while tears falls silently on the floor.
Ladies continue to come and go, unwary of a girl hiding her disgusting truth.
'Venice! Are you there?', Someone called her. The young lady notice her friends voice, Mika.
She did not respond or even went out the cubicle. And in her mind: Im still hungry
Minutes become an hour and the young lady trying to suffice her hunger in that cubicle.
Battling with herself and her beast to let go of her poor arm drained with awe.
ENOUGH!
She shouted silently as she tries to tame the hungry beast unwanting to let go.
Successfully at loose, Venice stares at her wrist, the bitten mark formed a dried blob of dying blood.
Her tongue travels on the corners of her mouth wiping the blood of an inhumane act.
She breathe in and smiled for the temporary life she almost lose again.
And before she leave the tiny space, the bite mark is impossible to trace.
After having a hold of herself in the comfort room, Venice hurriedly went back to the sixth floor.
The hallway is crowded, an hour of class was finished and another hour is to be awaited. She looks for Mika, her friend, she look around and notice that no one from her block is present in the crowd.
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Atlas!
She opens the door of her next classroom but right before she enter, a terrifying professor greeted her.
'Late', the professor said, an elderly woman who's simple rule is *punctuality is the students role*
'Does anyone of you know this girl?', the professor tease asking the whole class.
No one answered.
Venice put her head down, embarrassed at the moment. She wants to explain herself with white lies of excuse, but suddenly remembers a late classmate from their same class who receives hurtful words and embarrassment from professor A.
'Sorry Ma'am', Venice said accepting her fault.
Her friend Mika stood up for her explaining the tardiness of a friend.
But the helpful mate taste the professors hate.
The grumpy old woman then required Venice and friend for an admission slip.
*End of Narration*
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