1 Chapter 1

Time: 4:30am

Location; Nil

I woke up with a start and sat upright on my bed, the nightmare still vivid in my head I was running in a cornfield, it was foggy and I couldn't see at all, all I knew was a chilling fear in my bones my heart pounding and my body freezing paralyzed to a halt I knew I had to run but I couldn't and the panic grew a knot in my throat rising up my heart beating faster and I saw up ahead a black mass in a weird shape looking at me with brunt orange eyes and all I had was fear. The next I knew it started approaching me at astonishing speed, immediately instinct kicked in and I turned and ran I kept on running corn leaves whipping against my face my eyes blurry and my heart in my stomach. The dreams always ended with me jumping awake in a cold sweat and a pounding headache. I have been having this dream froe the past six months, that is six months of lack of sleep ,fear and lack of appetite. I've done all I could to get the dream to stop, I've tried hypnosis, meditations, I've also visited shamans , mediums, therapists and even priests and all I've gained is body aches from various rituals and medical visits. So I gave up and decided to live with it.

I reach for the light switch by the side of my bed and switched on the lights, I squinted my eyes as they tried to adjust to the brightness, I was lucky that the power was on,, other times there was no power and I had to suffer in fear that the shadow was in my room. I sat on my bed for a while then I got up and went to the bathroom, although I was a student I didn't stay on the school , brushed my teeth and completed my morning routine which included of me sitting on the toilet seat for about 5minutes or more depending on my mood, thinking about my life and talking to myself while having these imaginary scenarios campus rather I had an apartment not to far from the school, about a 7 minute drive and a 15 minutes walk. While I was in the bathroom I went to the sink and washed my face as I took of my pajamas I looked at the mirror. The mirror was framed with plastic and had a balcony veranda sort of look on the bottom that I kept some things on. I looked at the razor blad that was left on the mirror and I felt an urge within me to touch it, there was an itch on my shoulder, underarms , thighs and ankles, those were areas that were very acquainted with the romance of he blade. As I looked at my naked form in the mirror, I was gorgeous no doubt but something always felt missing without those scars. My reflection which weirdly had the ability to talk ever since I was in high school was unusually quiet, almost like she was thinking or something well that's one of my problem muted. I washed up and wore my clothes, contrary to what people might expect of a nut case like me or a highly potential one, I didn't wear the whole dark and gloomy outfit or give off the whole gloomy vibe as that would be too obvious. As someone once said although I can't remember who the best hiding place is in plain sight, cause who the hell would think that a bubbly ball of sugar was a few screws loose. So I wore the exact opposite I wore a black box pleated skirt with a white button down with puffy long sleeves, gold accessories and a pink scrunchie on my braids to add a little bit of color cause well I'm a law student, I took the whole phrase of crazy lawyer to a new level. Today I felt like giving a semi - boss vibe which want that hard cause come on I'm a law student.

I don't live on the school campus but rather I n a nice looking apartment about 7- 15 minutes to the school on foot ,it was a 2 bedroom flat that was adequately furnished, my roommate who was a medical student was hardly around as she was always tunning around for projects not that I minded, I quite liked the silence plus she was easy to get along with and didn't bring much of her friends around.