THE PATH OF THE UNKNOWN

JUST A THOUGHT OF ME

For a typical girl like me, eating a burned toast with a butter spread that's been stucked in the fridge for 3 weeks is totally normal. Don't expect something from me. I don't own a luxurious house or a high-end techy car. I don't have tons of money to buy those expensive things (not even a single dollar to spend on my clothes).

I've been living in this attic for all my life (that I don't even remember since when). And all I have is this rusty bunk bed, a toaster, a 3ft fridge and boxes - like seven or ten of them that act as my clothes drawer and anything in between.

For sure most of you would probably asked me "How on earth does a girl like me live in this place?", don't worry, I've been asking myself for a million times and yet I'm still here, living all alone and miserable.

I never wanted to be like this of course. But for some reason, the humanity was so unfair to me. Yes, I am already living this life but let's make everything worst. I am working as a food service crew in a fine dining restaurant. Wearing a uniform that I hate the most because it's hard for me to hide a visible mark on my neck, that I need to asked the reataurant management to allow me to wear a scarf just to conceal it from those judgmental eyes of the world. No one really cares actually if I have this mark or not. It's just for me, letting it visible to everyone's eyes makes me feel so uncomfortable. Like this is something that only me should know. That the world doesn't need to know about it. In this matter, I want this all by myself. It's the only thing that I can call my own. the only thing that my long lost parents have left me. For some apparent reason, I still believe that this mark has something good to give me and for the meantime, I want to keep it to myself until the day that I will be proud enough to show it to everybody.

I have forseen my life as horrible as this. Waking up early to prepare for work, spend 12 hours of my day working at the restaurant, walk back home fo 25 minutes (since I don't even know how to ride a bicycle and that I don't have one either), eat some leftovers from the restaurant that our Chef Diaz handed me every night when the restaurant is closing, shower and sleep like a monkey curling up in the bed just to be awaken from a strange dreams that gives me sudden chills and tears.

If my morning life was already a mess for you, then how about my night life (I mean my dreaming life).

If I could only wish that humans can be awake for whole day, then I probably be wishing it every minute of my day. My dreaming life is far from ordinary. And to make it more strange, the mark on my neck never fails to appear in every dream that I have. Making me wander if this has something to do with me or to anyone close to me.

And tonight, this dream is not the usual one. It feels so strange that my body feels like moving on its own, sending thousands of chills all over me and making my brain numb to everything it use to think while I am awake. I feel like I am not myself. I am no longer attached to my body. And I have peculiar thoughts in this dream. Something Is really different about my dream tonight and this one is for sure is real.