She is the Hidden Key

The year 2018 Earth Danae’s POV I can hear the euphony played by the cicadas. I can feel the cold breeze that is gently stroking my hair. As I open my eyes, I can hear the ticking sound coming from the hands of a clock. A woman with glowing silver hair was holding something in her hands. She cut her finger and used the blood to write something on the cold floor.  There is nothing I can hear, but her tears linger deep within me more than a voice could. I am not aware of anything that is happening, it feels like these are just fragments of memories that I am not aware of.  Her deep black eyes turn into a golden pair as she lifts the things in her hands and her writings－ “f*******n Art－ Time.' glowed. As these writings continuously beam, I can feel something warm embrace me. She’s crying. I can’t hear her wails but I just feel it.  Blinding light, deafening silence. Before everything ended, I felt a breath behind my ear. I am not sure whether those are words but just the cold breeze.  The alarm clock that was set on the table beside the mattress started to ring, cutting me from the dream I'd seen. Thinking about my past dreams, she is all there. Sometimes she’s crying; there are moments where she hums and comforts me. She is a woman I know, not in reality but from my dreams, the girl in my dreams.  I got up from bed and unconsciously looked at the calendar. The 4th day of June, which is the date today, was encircled using a red marker. “Oh, that's right. It's my first day in school,” I murmured. I started getting a shower despite the cold weather this morning. While the icy water touches down on my skin, I suddenly think of the moment when all of my memories successfully come back. I am not sure whether that time will come. Who knows? But at some point, I wonder. Am I going to be happy? Am I happy in those forgotten days? Who am I? -- The four-walled room is surprisingly well-maintained. There is this obvious difference in this office to how aged the church where I’m staying is. They have the money to keep that white paint intact on those walls.  The school principal is carefully reading the documents in his hands. There are a lot of papers on his desk. The other papers are on the floor, submerged by another set of papers. It can't be ignored how busy he is, and here I am, a cause to one of those stacks.  “You'll be listed as a student in Class 1-3,” the school principal elaborated and handed me my class schedule. He is dressed well for his position; a black coat and a tie. What I was expecting was more of just a school teacher’s uniform but he looked like the Chief Executive of some luxurious company and organization.  “Thank you very much, Sir. Sorry for the inconvenience I've brought,” I politely replied. I removed myself from the soft couch placed in front of his desk. The rooms also have this decent smell; not a bad nor good smell. It seems like the scent from the air conditioning roams around the room in consonance with the smell of the stacks of papers.  I was about to touch the doorknob when the principal called my name again. “Ms. Danae, are you nervous?” he asked.  I am now facing the direction opposite him. I then answered him by, “N-No, I'm not Sir.” “Then, why are you not looking at me? From the moment you entered my office, you only faced the floor, the walls, or the ceilings.”  His question is not new, I hear it from everyone. Why are you not looking at me? Why am I not looking at them? Because I’m already fed up and activating the curse in my dreams is already enough. I came here for peace and to learn; this is for a new start.  I quickly turned to his position and just looked over his desk. ‘Mr. Yugo Francis’ is what his nameplate says. I breathed deeply before saying, “This is new for me, I am meeting new people. Thank you for accepting me into this school. You can say that I am nervous. I’m sorry if my actions offended you.” He just smiled before standing up. He clasped his hand with the other and said, “No, I’m not offended. I just feel like you’re not here, or just distancing yourself. Point your gratitude to Father Naldo, I accepted you because he asked me to.” “Thank you again, Sir,” I replied and forced myself to smile.  The bell then rang and I left the room.  -- I carefully peeked through the window, and saw the inside of the room that said ‘Class 1-3’. As far as I can see, they have already started their lesson, and the room is focused on the teacher in front of the class.  I knocked on the door and heard how the teacher stopped his teachings and walked towards the door. I am focusing on the doorknob that was gently turning, allowing the door to open.  The teacher smiled at me, before asking, “You’re a late enrollee?” I nodded as a response and handed him my documents for the class. He remained smiling and gestured me to enter the class. The next thing I knew was that I saw myself standing in front of strangers, and was about to introduce myself.  The quiet room is now filled with murmurs and curiosity about the person standing before the chalkboard. The sounds continued before the teacher shushed them, which gained their attention.  “She is a late enrollee. We’re just ahead by 3 days, so also befriend her as you guys did to each other, okay?” he said.  The other students agreed with what he had said. The teacher then looked at me and whispered to me to introduce myself.  After getting his point, I quickly introduced myself by saying my name. “My name is Danae.” Everyone's attention is pointed at me. It is uncomfortable. If only I could just run and just go home, I already did.  “Is that all? You can say a bit more things,” the homeroom teacher suddenly said, which made me flinch and I looked at his eyes, unconsciously. His eyes were beautifully painted. Darkness was surrounding the black hole in the middle of his eyes. I can see those specks of dust that glitter through the darkness. As I was slowly driven towards the curse by his own eyes, the necklace I was wearing started to get warmer. “The place was filled with a lot of people. In front of that blue coffee shop, a black van is driving recklessly. You'll---” “Danae, are you okay? You can take your seat. It was on the back.”  I was cut from my own words. He will die. Our homeroom teacher will die.