7 Chapter 7: The obscure ones

I feel numb because of the coldness, the classroom seems to get colder as time goes on, I almost can’t feel my extremities but weird thing that I can move my body without any difficulty. When I scrub my arms trying diminish the sensation of coldness I realize that I can’t feel my skin. I still feel the room getting colder as minutes pass, I’m shivering and the numbness of my extremities is increasing because of the extreme temperature I realize that I do not feel the touch of my hands. This is really weird, how can I still feel the coldness around me not just on my skin but up to the depths of my being.

The coldness seems to be freezing not just my body but also my heart and my soul. The feeling of hopelessness gained me in second upon earring the new canticle that the shadows are chanting.

The song is in a language I never ear before, I bet no contemporary human being could decipher the true meaning of those words, no matter what the song make think about hurt and heartbreak, pain and restlessness. The feeling of pain is so profound that I feel the feeling like my own, it’s make me feel like I was hearing them singing about my pain personally. The sensation is excruciating , it seems like feeling in one single moment what would the equivalent of a thousand life worth of pain.

Added to pain the filling of deep humiliation, helplessness in front of situation that escape for our willing and authority. Thing we never would have wanted to happen to our nemesis. I just want to put myself in a fetal position and cry all the tears of my body so maybe c the pain which is coming out from the bottom of my being. I can’t imagine how someone can bear o live with such a pain inside and not get crazy.

The last two couplets make me evoke the feeling of hatred and the desire of vengeance. Vengeance by all means known by humans, such unforgiveness concentrated in one heart I don’t even want imagine what lead to this.

The shadows someone called them, they came for justice, vengeance and retaliation. The chanting end the same ways it began firstly turning to murmurs then stopped abruptly, the shadows begin to take humanoid shape, I can count three of them, like women clothed with ragged black coats which cover them from head to toe. The more their human shape like get definite the obscurity get away, the same for the coldness what disappear like magic and it feels like awakening from a nightmare.

The weird shapes reunited and formed a circle around that strange girl dressed in blue. They stood there looking at here and waiting, a fact that seems really strange because she doesn’t seem aware of the shapes looming around here like all the other students she has all her attention fixated upon Mr. Haggens. They are all still and calm like statues, there is no sound not even from the bird outside or the engine car from the parking lot. Mr. Haggens stood at the blackboard with his mouth wide open petrified like he was about to say something but was cut right before saying it.

‘I’m having another vision again’ I said to convince or not freaking out in the middle of the classroom, I looked at my watch just to find out the needles had stopped moving. That explain all the strangeness of this moment, those weird shadows or what it is must be the ones that made time stopped with their arrival. So what can possibly be the reason they are here, I don’t know if I really want to find out but I may suppose that someone invoked or called them to come here maybe that blue girl. The are standing around her silent and waiting, at what exactly it’s unclear.

I stood on my feet and walked toward them, my steps are hesitant like a toddler who is making his first steps ‘ I shouldn't be doing this, they are not here for me’ I tell myself but something inside me is stopping me for doing it so I continue. What should only have been fifteen away seemed like a kilometer, the can control time and space, ‘how can I possibly think about facing them, I have to stop’ I think, but my body is not responding to my order, my feet get a mind on their own. Likely is an invisible force that is dragging me toward them, this must be a nightmare and like all nightmares there is always a way to get out of them.

Pain, like a voice coming from my subconscious or from a distant memory ‘ pain can enable you to o make the difference between what is real and what is not, if you need to escape from someone control upon your mind use physical pain’ said the voice. I don’t know who is it but if it can help me anyhow I won’t be losing anything by trying, I pinch my left index with one of my earring but nothing happened I can’t feel my finger being pinched, I still can see them and I’m invariably feeling my body dragged toward them. Maybe more pain would make the deal ‘one...two...three’ I bit my hand hard until I taste blood.

After the first sample of the metallic taste came the pain initially just a tickling that grew up and became a sensation of excruciating pain on my hand what make me tear up instantly. I wake up and found myself sitting on my chair with my hand close to my mouth and these is blood drops dribbling from it.

Mr. Haggens is looking at me intensely, I looked around just to certify that the other students are doing the same. The look in their eye I don’t know how to describe it but I wanted to be normal and I won’t let nothing to ruin it, so I putted down my arm “ Sorry Mr. Haggens I was having a panic attack, I have history of agoraphobia what is the main reason why I was homeschooled almost my entire life, and pain help me control myself so it is the reason I bite by hand” I said, this society it more comprehensive with people who have this type of mental disorder, I prefer them to think me with psychological problems instead of being affected by anything so obscure that science can’t explain. I still have to figure out who was those obscure ones it’s better if I don’t have to explain myself to other people.

“Ok, I hope you would be fine for the rest of the class” said Mr. Haggens.

“Yes, I will and thank you for your concern” I responded.