Side Effects

While on the bus, Fresh silently examined each house they passed because he couldn't sleep through the ride. When He get to the city, He'll have to hunt for a job and a cheap studio where he could stay temporarily and have to work hard in today's tough economy. "Greetings to everyone who is still sleeping there! We'll be in the city in a few minutes, you should all wake up and ready yourselves!" Fresh removed his headphones and put them back inside of his bag after hearing the bus operator yell, and he observed that the person beside him did the same, but he just only shook his head because maybe he was just thinking that. When they arrived in town, Fresh took a deep breath and stood up to fetch his other bag from the bus compartment, while the passengers raced off. He should've found a studio first; a cheaper one so that I could have a place to sleep. He'll try to talk to some of his friends in the city to get some sleep for at least one day. When he got off the bus, he was greeted by the city's various sounds. It was nothing like the countryside, where the only sound was the chirping of birds. "Fresh, you can do it." He spoke softly, encouraging himself to be positive. While he was looking around the city, someone bumped into him, forcing him to drop his bag. There were those who didn't give a damn about him. He knelt to pick up his belongings, but as he stood up, an elderly woman appeared in front of him. As she looked at his face, she smiled. "Are you dreaming, son?" she asked. "Wait, what?" He frowned, dream? How come he was so awake? "Grandma-" the wind suddenly changed. Her lovely smile faded as her eyes darkened, and her grasp on his shoulder tightly made Fresh winces at the pain. "Wake up! You should wake up!" She keep repeating it like a chant to call an evil, her face changed as the real devil appeared in from of him as it to get closer he close my eyes waiting for the attack He jolted awake from his slumber. It was all a dream, tsk. To check the time, he took up my phone from the study table. It was 2:50 a.m., and he was having trouble sleeping. "Fresh...." Someone had abruptly called his name, so I turned to the patio.Is it still a nightmare? "Fresh..." the voice said, making him shiver. He looked to see if he had a shadow standing near the glass door that leads to his room's balcony. "W-who are you?" he inquired as he stepped back gently. The wind suddenly increased, causing the curtain covering the glass door to move. Her expression was frightful. It bolted in his direction, as if she was trying to strangle him. "You're going to die!!!!" "Aaaaaaaaaah!" Fresh jumping out from his seat as soon as he woke up, Miss Kim also stopped writing on the blackboard while students gazed at him. In her class, he dozed off again. "Are you all right, Mr. Morales? Do you want to start by going to the clinic? " she ask worriedly "Wait, your nose is bleeding!" He got to my feet and rubbed my nose. He hadn't noticed the blood on his table until now. "Miss, I'll just take Fresh to the doctor," he heard one of my classmates say. he just returned to trance when someone grabbed his arm, but he push it away as fast as he could, he doesn't like everyone touch him "I'll take care of it," He muttered as he made his way towards the clinic.