Going back home, I sat on the sofa near to the door. I sighed remembering Dans's awful driving.
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   "AH!" I screamed as he steered the steering wheel vigorously breaking into a tree.
   "Sorry about that..." he apologized brushing his head sheepishly before laughing violently at nothing. Note the sarcasm.
   Luckily, we were near home, we ended up going there on feet, leaving his car behind for repair...
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   He could have done an accident as well as I ended up with a back pain. Let us not forget to mention that the thud of the hit itself, made my wound to throb in pain. I already don't bear its pain and I don't need sudden strikes anymore... I will never drive into a car with him again.... That man is insane!
   I stretched my feet on the sofa, thinking of what my first destination will be. I'll start by going to the police station first, whether they have saw him or not. It is better safe than sorry. I inhaled deeply as I stood on my too feet and went into my room. I grabbed my towel and went to the bathroom take a shower before going. I have been wearing this clothing for two times till now. I stink.
   I filled the bathtub with warm water and strawberry-scented bubble soap as I took off my clothing before I sat in. Seriously, I missed this feeling a lot.... I shut my eyes enjoying the warmth of the water as thoughts have flooded in my mind. I wonder if what I'll be doing is best for me or no.
   After what seemed like two hours, I got out of the bathroom with towel wrapped around my body and on my head. That was longer than a shower I guess. I opened my dresser taking out a black shorts with a short red top striped with white lines. It seemed too exposing to go with it to a police station, that will make me extraordinarily eye-catching. But I favoured this style alot. Preferentially, I thought of wearing a dress, but remembering the fact that I'll ride my motorbike, I changed my mind into something better. I flipped up my hair into a bun a so tied it with a black ribbon. I have always wondered why three-quarters of my closet was black.
   I rode my motorbike which I found in the backyard. Thanks to Dans of course, he kept it safe. I took my way and headed to the police station.
After three hours...
   There I am standing in the office of a fat old man who sat on a desk in front of me. Reasonlessly, he was staring at me with an irritating eye contact. I hate that, but not more that the way he was literally growling like a hungry dog. Why the hell was he looking at me that way?! It likely seemed that I came to him at a wrong timing. "Well.... if you are really busy at this moment, I shall depart an--"
   "NO!" He interrupted me with loud response, more like barking. I sweated nervously. He was speaking as if I were a murderer who just broke out of prison. For God's sake! What the hell are you doing?! "Ehm... you can continue what you were saying..." He said lowering his voice before growling again at me. For a ment, I felt that a blaze of fire could have escaped his eyes and that if we were in a movie. Thank the deities we are not.
   "Umm.... I w-wondered.... have y-you ever passed by a teenager w-with this face?..." I said stuttering even though I had no idea why am I even stuttering in front of this fat ball, but I think it's better to play well in his scenario rather than stopping now. I showed him a photo with Taynis's photo on it.
   "No." He instantly replied plainly. What the hell? All of that waiting and growling was for nothing?! The thought have hitten me reminding me of how my dressing was yet it wasn't that much maddening...
   "Are you sure?" I tried asking again, "Isn't he by any chance with you?"
   "Are you claiming that we have no idea who is with us and who is not?!" He yelled, he seemed to be stressed, "I said I have not!" He rotated his chair giving me his back, "Have a nice day, young lady."
   I got out of his office sighing as I sweatdropped. That was a drama, this is what we call that actual drama for hell's sake! Getting out into the street, I got on my motor bike, as it seems, it was too late to go to another place, so I have decided going home.
   It wasn't a long way though, the street wasn't crowded and I seemed to flow easily with the shunting breeze refusing to maintain a limited speed. It was a perfect time where no surveillance is there to watch me overriding the speed limit and there were no cars to get In accident with, smart conditions for a smart ride. In a about an hour of fun, I arrived home.
   I was really fatigued, so I changed into my sleeping dress and headed straight to bed.  Gaping at the window, the night seemed darker than ordinary. What a tipsy night...
Faster than thought, I dropped into deep sleep.
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   In a place of no where, I dazed at a lane darkness... "Run." I heard an unknown source of voice. "Run....run..." at this point, I had hard feelings where I was sure that it was the worst of the phenomena. My senses never worked in this world. Or at least that's what I thought I could not actually differentiate between the good and bad. However, from what it seems, the darkness have always resembled terror. Or that is what I believe. I was still obscured by a cloud of endless thoughts. But that have lasted for a short period followed by the same voice again, "Run, Midori, Run...." What emerged afterwards was the most horrendous disaster ever. The ground below me shook violently. An unseen giant tree feel right in front of me out of no where. It was about an inch that it could have crushed me into million pieces. Yes, that was an earthquake...
   I ran as quick as my legs could carry me before I felt dizzy. Perhaps it was another shake form beneath the earth followed by a vibration. I heard the voice calling my name once again, "Run... Midori." After interpreting the voice in my brain, I came the conclusion that the voice was coming from my own head, not from my external environment. I was even shocked to realize that it wasn't my own voice that was being playing without control in my head, it was a man's low-pitched voice.
   After a couple of minutes of continuous fleeing, my legs started to hurt me as my muscles can no more tolerate the vigorous movements I did. It seemed like I was running over tree branches. I stood beside a tree, taking deep breaths and trying to regain my energy. However, my legs shook with the next earthly stunning and before I realize it, I fell flat on the ground. "No.... Stand up and run..." Upon hearing the voice, I finally realized that it was the voice of the same man that has talked to me ipbefor win my previous dreams, but what was stranger was the fact that it resembled someone's voice whom I know on the actual life. I didn't believe that this person existed all the time in the virtual world of my brain. If that is the case, then who could be the person that I have always seen? And surely, it is not my sick imagination....
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   I woke up with a shriek and again it was. It wasn't a shocking dream though, but it was realistic, just as the others. I had to figure out the meaning of those dreams, after all, they all must hold the meaning. In fact, I was dying in the last dreading dream and it was a sign for the issue whether I almost died in the real world.
   I sat by the edge of the bed thinking in confusion. But who is the person that I know who would tell me to run? He seemed desperate for me to run. That exact person who was desperate for my safety in my dream was the arrogant one who is supposedly to be my enemy. There is no one but one person  who could come to my mind: Drulf. However, she is not a man to own that voice but the man's attitude in my dream resembled her. Perhaps, it's her manly tomboyish persona that I always encounter in my dreams. It was a sign for something unpleasant from her perhaps. Well, I could expect nothing less form arrogant people like her. Who would expect her to be actually worried for my sake? I sighed cluelessly.
   It was 5 pm. I bet that dream was a morning alarm, I giggled. Drulf has always been an alarm for everybody. I really feel bad for those students she is teaching.
   I got out of bed and head to the washroom. I opened the tab letting the cold water flow smoothly in the sink. How dramatic was that, it almost resembled the youth which was once energetic, broken by time as it falls into the depth of no where. The speed in which the water flowed made splashed of water and the collison of water with the surface of the sink added to the effect of the drama. This is pulchritudinous, just as how my life is.... I washed my face with the flowing water. After a minute, I placed some toothpaste on my toothbrush. The toothpaste was glowing, it was hence made to decorate the toothbrush, but such glory didn't last with its form destroyed as it is used. It was like the should that was always burning, but had it's fire extinguished as it is used by people's heartlessness. It seems that even the materialistic obejects in our world resembles alot of things which are invisible to our eyes...
   After brushing my teeth and washing my mouth, I went out of the bathroom preparing for my day since I have realized that I haven't seated for two straight day, then I ate two light meals for three days which were the hospital's meals, but that wasn't enough for me. I think I have made myself hungry more than I should be. I opened the refrigerator as I chuckled, "Well.... Let's dig in!"