Matilda's life had turned into a nightmare when she realized that no one else had seen the handsome boy she had been seeing every day for years. He always dressed in black, and she soon discovered that his family, school, and friends were not who he...
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I had realized years ago that I didn't mind the hot water pouring over my head. Despite being weak to cold, I was quite resistant to heat. For a while, I massaged my scalp, which was dry from the heat. I squeezed a walnut-sized amount of pink shampoo into my palm and stared at it strangely. I lathered up the fragrant shampoo, which only blended pink flowers, into my hair. I didn't mind the bubbles landing in my eyes, because every time I closed my eyes, a murderer and a corpse appeared before me. These were the worst moments of my life.
After rinsing off all the foam, I stood under the hot water a little longer. When I covered my naked body with a purple towel, I wrapped a small hair towel around my hair. It was also purple in color, just like most of my things in life.
I didn't stand in front of the mirror and watch myself like I usually do. I had even become afraid of mirrors. I put on my black slippers and quickly left the bathroom without lingering. When I entered my room, I turned on the light and looked around. The square-shaped room was small. The walls were the color of white champagne, and I hated it. All my furniture was white too - my wardrobe, desk, and headboard were all made of white leather. Next to my bed, which was leaning against the wall, was a white nightstand with a small one-eyed drawer. I glanced at the family photos on the nightstand and the purple alarm clock before making my way to the bed. Since I hadn't taken my winter coats out from under the bed yet, I lifted the base and took off my thick cotton nightgown, setting it aside.
As I was about to lie down on my bed with my wet hair, I was startled by the message tone on my phone. I glanced nervously around the room, but I was alone. I checked my window to make sure it was closed and then took one last look around the room, but didn't see any movement. I picked up my phone and entered the knock code. When I looked at the message from the notification, I frowned. It was a message from WhatsApp, and the number was definitely not familiar to me.
Person X: "Are you asleep?"
I picked up my phone and tapped on the profile picture of the person who sent the message, but it only showed a photo of a flock of ravens.
Matilda: "Who is this?"
Matilda: "How did you get my number?"
The person came online and started typing immediately. Meanwhile, I lay on my bed, with the light still on. I knew that I wouldn't easily overcome the fear of what happened yesterday, and that it would stay with me for a long time.
Person X: "I saw what happened yesterday and I was curious about it."
Matilda: "I already asked you, who are you?"
Matilda: "Where did you get my number?"
Person X: "That's not important. How are you feeling?"
Matilda: "If you're not going to tell me who you are, then go to hell."
