It's so interesting how life can surprise you and make everything complicated.

Questions upon questions... Why did I find that cat in the woods? What were those two men talking about? Why did one of them have red eyes? Why didn't he chase me even though he caught me watching? Who brought me back home? And most of all, why were there cat prints when I don't have one?

I got out of bed to get a glass of water, but as soon as I put my feet on the floor, my head started spinning, and I felt sick. What was happening to me? I tried to walk, holding on to the edges of the bed, and managed to reach the door.

As soon as I opened the door, a sharp headache hit me, making me fall to the ground and scream in pain. In the background, there was a voice:

"The prophecy will be fulfilled soon, may luck be with you."

I screamed in pain; it was sharp and wouldn't leave my head. I couldn't breathe, and it felt as if someone was sucking out my soul, trying to mold it.

Finally, that unbearable pain was replaced by nothingness. Darkness. Was I dead? Possibly.

But I think death wasn't ready to host me yet. In fact, I woke up. I had fainted. My whole body ached, and I was drenched in sweat, sticking to my skin. I was on the floor of my room.

How long had I been unconscious?

I picked up my phone and saw no missed calls. Didn't anyone care about me?! Only Luna had sent me some messages.

"Y/n, why aren't you at school?"

"Are you okay?"

"Text me when you're free."

Only three messages? You've got to be kidding me. I would have been worried and at least called. But as usual, I expect too much. A phrase I always say is:

Don't have too many expectations of the human race.

As harsh as the truth may be, you can be the most generous and empathetic person there is, but only those who truly care about you will appreciate what you do.

I got up slowly and went to take a shower that would help me relax. After the shower, I put on comfortable clothes and went for a walk in the park at sunset.

I love sunsets; they are relaxing but at the same time melancholic.

I was sitting on a bench when, suddenly, I saw a crow, and the most macabre thing was that it was staring at me. I'm not superstitious; actually, I like crows, but this one was particularly persistent and almost chilling...