Schedules

The session ended and they were given a break.

"The break is only half an hour. You better hurry and freshen up for next lessons", the instructor told them in a stern voice.

When they heard the break was so short, they all hurried back to the changing room.

They were sweaty from all the exercises.

"Don't come near me! I am telling you. Stop Right there!", Katie frantically said. Henry was trying to tease her showing his hands full of sweat as if he would wipe his hands on her clothes the very chance he would get.

Katie immediately ran taking out her clothes from the locker to the furthest shower stall.

Henry burst out laughing when he saw Katie run like that.

Both William and Cole were watching them amusingly.

'How could they be so happy even with the smallest things?' Cole thought enviously.

"Do you think it is always going to be like this from now on?" William asked Cole.

"What do you mean?" Cole replied.

"Didn't you guys get the daily schedule for lessons?"

William showed both Cole and Henry his schedule.

"Oh, the schedule I also got one." Henry also showed his one.

"Yeah, me too. I also got one", Cole replied searching his pockets.

"It means we all got one. Let's compare. our schedules", William said.

To his much expectation, most of the schedules were different but some of them were the same lessons in the same hour of the day.

It could only mean that other than while taking those few lessons they won't be together.

Here, when Merry's friends were making themselves used to with the whole schedules and lessons situation, in the dorm, Merry had nothing to do alone.

She slept for a while in the morning even after her friends left. After some time, when she woke up she ate food which was usually delivered to the dorm

She was feeling bored during the day, so she decided to draw something on her drawing book. But, not long after....

"Come on say it!"

"Say it!"

"Say the man to pick up the knife and stab himself!"

"Stab! Stab! Stab!"

With that sound, a lot of blood splattered on her face and body.

It scared her so much that she 'SCREAMED'.

She opened her eyes panting and looked around. She was still in her own room. It was just a dream.

But the dream felt so vivid, as if it was all happening right now.

Even after hours of waking up, she couldn't stop thinking about it.

'Was that just a dream?'

'It could be one of the memories that my brain has forgotten.'

'There's no way that ever happened.'

'But it felt as if I have lived that moment.'

Merry could remember the person's shouting, the man's blood and her scream.

But, no matter how much she tried to regain the details of the dream, she couldn't.

She desperately wanted to find that, the man stabbing himself was not because of her.