6.and my vacay is over
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well. how fast can holidays get over.
after that lil incident with me and Nick, I guess time started flying as I entered a cycle of constant overthinking and trying to distract myself from the whole thing. I started seeing Nick less often, maybe just once in two days I end up sending a text, hoping to have a conversation, but he quickly ends it.
I wasted all my time on reading dumb articles and watching new series. I realized I had totally forgotten about my job thing. at that point , I was already over the idea of getting a job, but something deep inside my mind, nagged at me to go back to it.
so I brought up my willpower, and first , before directly jumping into the pit, I decided I'll do a bit of serious research.
I remembered a few of the ads I saw, when I last entered the dark web. Ads calling for hitmen .probably their ringleader would be some criminal mastermind.
But then I was equally scared. What if i get caught? I've seen so many articles saying dark web cult caught, this, that and what not. at the same time, they also mention, they were literally invisible and invincible.
I shook my head.
how the f**k could I think of stuff like this?
then I got reminded of why.
I lay on my bed the entire day, trying to distract myself, and read stupid articles and quizzes on buzzfeed.
'what kind of nugget am I?' what in the world is a star nugget??
In the night, the college sent out a notification, recalling students for the next academic year.
I went and told mom about this, and she was like:
'seems like you gotta start packing'
I marched back upstairs and began packing up my belongings.
All of a sudden, I see a diary, in the middle of the heap of clothes.
curious as I am, I opened it.
my blood started boiling when I saw the first page.
My heart dropped after the several few pages.
Mackenzie...
I slammed the book shut.
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I brought up my courage and opened it again.
And I quickly flipped through.
and on the last page, it was written in red ink,
'' Are you next? "
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The smell of the burning pages was lingering in my nose, as I watched the diary burn, on the ground.
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Suddenly, my mom busted into the room.
'What is this burni-'
and she looked at the floor.
'MABEL. WHAT IS THIS?'
I turned around 'Mom it's nothing'
by that time she already grabbed a bucket of water and threw it on the burning book.
and thankfully the enitre book was burned to ashes, so all that was left, was a mushy mess.
My mom, gave me a death glare.
'What makes you think, you can start a fire in your own home? Do you want to kill us? are you mentally ill??'
I kept my mouth shut.
She continued
'I should've thrown you into a mental facility as soon as possible.'
and she left the room.
What a motherly affection, I thought to myself.
I gathered the rest of my things,and promised to myself, IM NEVER CALLING MY MOM AGAIN.
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By the time I finished packing, it was past midnight.
I lay down on my bed, after setting an alarm to get up on time and kept the phone on the side table
suddenly a notification came.
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(12:30 am) Nick: All the best, for the next year.
I quickly sat up.
he texted me atlast.
(12:31am) Mabel: Thanks:). Where were you?
and I waited for a reply.
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1 am and still no reply.
I kept my phone back on the side table.
so much for my heart to skip a beat.
and I realized I couldn't stay up this late
5 hours, aaand my vacay is over.
time to start a new academic year, with new s**t and what not. but with old batchmates.
I hope that it will be a good year ahead.
- Writer
