A bolt out of the blue, a sudden uproar in my house existed. My whole house was filled with machine working noises. I was jolted awake by the sound. My mind instructed my eyelids to finish my sleep. Slowly my eyes went opened and bright bulb sparkled and made my eyes closed again.
A sudden shock struck my mind. Without hesitations, I got to my feet. I realised that it wasn't my house I thought haven but it's a dark and wild backgrounded huge room. Darkness had already engulfed the whole area in order to create an awful and distressing situation.
I felt like I was totally prisoned by a powerful strength both physically and mentally. I felt a novelty. I felt a change in the distance between my eyes and the ground. As my eyes moved to my feet, a huge surprise fell in my heart. My eyes expanded to it's maximum. My mind lost it's ability to think.
Ding Ding Dong
The nervous swallowed me. I scouted around and looked searchingly. My eyes found a clock and fixated on the clock. An ancient clock showing the time indicated that the time was 3 O' clock. A long thin bar with a pendulum was swinging from side to side in order to keep the clock working.
The level of shockness kept rising. I wondered and questioned myself.
Why I feel like I've became shorter than the before? The feet I'm placing on the floor... Whose are these? Where am I now? In an old dilapidated house near the railway track?
Nothing was there. No phones I could use to call my family and friends to update and notify my situation and suffer. The only visible thing was that clock. My steps were drawn to the wall the clock was hung on. With my palms, I wiped the mirror of the clock to get rid of the dusts and spider webs. My face reflected on the clock's mirror.
I screamed off my head. I yelled at the top of my lungs. The face I saw on the mirror wasn't mine but Stella's. The one I always despised, thought she is filthy and told that all her talks and thoughts are frivolous. I just hated her for no reason everytime I saw her. I always wished her to suffer and have onerous times.
All this started when she was transferred to our school. The very first day she came, she earned everyone's praisals and attention. For me, she was an ugly, short and fat girl.
The aversion I had for her achieved it's maximum when the chess tournament trophy I had for three years in my hands became hers.
Over the course of time, I had an irrational fear and hatred of Stella. When I gathered all the intense hatredness and embarrassments, it became my confidence. I was fueled with by hatreds. I made no attempt to conceal my hatred for Stella.
As a privileged person who is school headmistress's daughter, I accused Stella of stealing my money. With no further enquiries, she was charged with crime. Since the most despised crime in my school was theft, Stella received many rude insults and curses.
The next day, she applied for transfer from our school.
The day was yesterday.
Here, I am.... in the body I thought was ugly... Looking for my rescuer to get my soul out of this body of Stella.
The rescuer also can be the God of Death.
