Chapter 3 Uncertainty

CHAPTER 3 Uncertainty

I gazed into the mirror, my entire body consumed by fear and terror. Memories of that fateful day flooded my mind like a tidal wave, overwhelming my senses.

  My mother's death, the nightmares, the trauma - it all came crashing down on me like a ton of bricks.

  My reflection stared back at me, a pale and trembling mess. I clenched my hands around my throat, trying to hold back the suffocating feeling that threatened to consume me.

  But then, a knock on the bathroom door broke me out of my reverie. It was my mother's voice, filled with concern. "Justin? Are you alright?"

  I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "Y-yeah, mom," I replied, but I couldn't help but wonder if she could see the fear etched on my face.

  I opened the door to find both my mother and the old man standing there, both with concerned expressions etched on their faces. The old man, who I had always known to be cold and distant, looked at me with a mixture of worry and sadness.

  "Are you sure you're alright, Justin? You look so pale," he said, his voice filled with genuine concern.

  I felt surprised by his sudden display of emotion. It was the first time I had ever seen him express anything other than disdain towards me. "Thanks for your 'concern'," I replied sarcastically, still trying to process this new side of him.

  Despite my biting words, the old man's expression did not change. He continued to look at me with worry and sadness, making me wonder what could have possibly changed in this new present.

  My mother invited us to continue our breakfast, trying to diffuse the tension in the air. As we sat down to eat, the atmosphere remained tense. I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off, that something was different about this new present. But despite my confusion, I couldn't help but feel a sense of longing for this newfound warmth and concern from my family.

  "Hey Justin, are you ready for your first day of school?" the old bastard asked.

  Kling~

  I dropped my spoon after hearing the word 'school'. 

  I dropped my spoon after hearing the word 'school.' The memories of my past flooded back to me, the bullies, the taunts, the isolation. I couldn't bear the thought of going back there.

  "I... I don't want to go to school," I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper.

Both my mother and father exchanged worried glances, unsure of what to say.

  Once again, both of them repeated their worried expressions. And like earlier, I felt a chill sent down my spine.

"I.- "I don't want to go to school."

  Other than this place, this house or mansion whatever you want to call this place. There's another hellish place for me and that is the school. That four corner room is full of a bunch of idiot demons who only want to bully me. I don't want to be in that place anymore. It's so suffocating. 

  I have been in fear after my mom told me the date today and now she told me that I will go to school again today?! I don't know what I should feel at this moment. It seems that my heart would explode at any moment now. My chest tightens and I can't breathe very well. 

  "Why? Is there any problem, Justin? Are you not feeling well?" My mom worriedly said., Then she placed her hand on my forehead to see if I had a fever. "Your temperature seems normal. What's wrong, Justin?"

"Yeah, Justin, why don't you want to go? I thought you were excited. Oh, I guess you must be worried because it's your first time. Don't worry, Justin, it's normal, you know." My father said empathetically, then he lifted and put me on his lap. "I probably know what your worries are."

You don't. You don't even know what happened to me when I first went to school. You'll never understand because I experienced many bad things in school just because of you! I still remember my experiences of getting myself to the school and what happened to me when I entered that cruel place. 

  "I had a miserable life at school because of you!" 

CHAPTER 3 -END-