The Forgotten Name

Commotion

Episode 3: Commotion

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+in the previous chapter+

            “Your Majesty?” He said to me as slowly looked up after I finish my long laugh.

                “I AM. NOT. THE ONE. YOU’RE LOOKING FOR.” I grinned as I looked straight at his surprised face.

        He stood up in an instant and came closer again with a menacing aura, followed by one word that oozing out from his mouth.

                "YOU!"

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                    “… I see I think I mistook you for someone else. I will stop bothering you from now on about this problem but wipe that smile of yours because this is not the end, Dear. We’ll be seeing each other quite more often from now on. I’ll be your care, friend! Oh, and would you mind tell me your name?”

                    “I mind and we are also not going to see each other in the future. This is our first and last meeting.” I aggressively said while he flipped over my diary on the table that seems to seek info from it.

                    “Oh~? Is that so, Roselyn? You hurt my feeling right now my, Dear. Are you willing to take responsibility for my poor heart?”

                    “What? Never! And can you not look over my things without my permission, please?” I said as I took my book back while he watched the clock tick.

                    “Hahaha… I’ll reconsider that in the future. Well then, I think this is my time to take my leave. Farewell and see you until then, Roselyn.” He smiled then vanished into the air.

            I sighed and sat down in the same chair as before, thinking of what was happening just now. Not going to lie, I felt like I was not actually in slumber-land right now.

            I felt like this cliché lucid dream is not actually a lucid dream, but more like a real-life event. But then again, that kind of spectacular magic show was somewhat couldn’t be done in the real world that easily.

                    ‘That’s could only be mean that I’m still in my lucid dream, the first layer of the lucid dream is when I woke up from the dream that there’s a whisper on it and the second is the one that I’m currently in right now. So, if I want to wake up from this, I whether the need to try to force myself to wake up or… I could just start the next layer of the dream.’ I thought

                    ‘Nah, I think it’s enough for today’s fun ride. I need to wake up early too anyway, I can’t be late to study at the college or the professor going to report this again to my parents. I mean I came late at that time because I need to take care of my project the night before and that’s not actually a bad thing to late for! Anyway, I need to wake myself up by doing something. Oh, I think if I stabbed myself… I can be awake!’

            After got the dangerous idea to wake me up with, I took out the red scissors that have been laying on the desk’s locker.

            I strongly gripped the scissors on my hand as I slowly aim it right in the middle of my left hand. I shut my pair eyes tightly preparing the action, as I stabbed my hand as hard as I could.

            I shrieked in pain while the sharp edge of the scissors still stays deep into my skin. I took out the scissors immediately and there I saw my blood splatter out. I panicked out, I wiped my hand with tissue, poured betadine on it, and lastly wrapped it up with bandages.

                    “Holy wow, that is hurt and this is not a dream! I did encounter the surreal event in real-life! Or… I’m just being delusional here, well probably I am, because I always keep awake at night and barely have much time to sleep,” I sighed to myself and shook my head to brace myself looking at the clock that shows the number 7 in the morning.

            The sound of the ticking clock keeps ticking, showed me enough cue to move fast. I prepared all the things that I needed for today’s lesson rashly without taking a shower then run outside, don’t worry I’ve taken bath earlier at 11 P.M.

            My college was not far from my place so it only takes a few minutes to arrive at the class, this is another reason why I always come almost late to the university.

            Anyway, after I reached the college entrance, I clumsily bumped into someone. The person I bumped into has a short soft pinkish colour of hair, purple-blue pair of eyes, a height of around 6’1 foot tall, male, and seemed to wear a prince-type outfit that added with a masquerade mask was covering onto his face.

                    ‘Wow, alright. After done encountering a dragon this morning, now I need to face a character that seems like came from a romance-in-the-kingdom-era type of anime, really God? This dude seems like getting ready to go to the Midnight Ball or something. Ah, I think I’m being delusional again now. I think I need to see my psychiatrist later, but whether he’s real or not, I still need to apologize for my clumsy action. Afterall the bumping was real and it even makes my wound earlier twitch in pain,’ I thought

            I apologized and also give a compliment to the man with a fine-looking outfit that I bumped earlier. After done apologizing, I immediately continued my run. I chose to take the shortcut that will lead me to the left hallway, then I saw that my professor is in the middle of his walk to the class that was about a few meters away from me.

            I then added up my speed and made it to reach the class before the professor do. I sat down at the back seat of the class next to the big window that has been closed with an ashen-coloured curtain.

            Because I wanted to have a morning sunbath in class, I decided to pull the curtain a little. But when I try to pull the curtain, I hear someone's voice echoed in the room saying that there’s a ghost, playing with the curtain. At that moment I snapped,

                    “Well, I might be more transparent than your over-luminous presence, but at least I’m not a ghost!” My voice echoed, but nobody answered.

            Instead, they all look terrorized and made a commotion about the moving curtain. In my head, I just thought,

                   ‘Wait, they can’t hear me? In a classroom that has the exact size of the school’s auditorium? With only 25 of 155 students who are attending class? With a projector, whiteboard, teacher’s desk, sound system, and a teacher’s locker at the corner of the room next to a strange door? Are they pranking on me right now?’