The Figure In My Bed

Chapter 15

Waking up from a dream that feels so real, makes the breath roar and this heart pump quickly. A look around the room that was not so bright.

Scroll the wall clock, the needle shows exactly at 12 p.m. Sweat drenched my forehead and hair. Though the air temperature was so cold but my body was flooded with sweat.

For a moment I remembered the nightmare that had just appeared to be my sleeping flower. I quickly got up, changed the position from lying down to sitting.

Desperate to look under the bed, where in a dream I saw Sabina keeping her diary book down there. I'd be lying if I wasn't afraid to come down and look under the bed. But great curiosity overcame that fear. Feelings that come at the same time.

Slowly lower your feet on the cold ceramic floor. The gripping silence made my heart reluctant to move slowly. The fast blood flowed as if I could feel it. The sound of her beating was like accompanying every move I made in the middle of the silence of the night.

I was sitting on the floor in front of the bed. Grab a small flashlight stored in the nightstand drawer, then slowly start leaning, putting your face on the cool ceramic while turning on the flashlight and pour it under the bed.

I squinted my eyes when I saw something at the end near the wall. Like the diary that Sabina held in my dream. 

I need something to reach out to that diary. The distance is a little far, and this hand is not up to grab it.

Rise up to take a broom in the corner near the door, then return to the position of the head attached on the floor and ***4* lifted up. With the end of the broom I tried to reach for the book at the end under the bed.

It's not just the diary that attracts attention. The floor under my bed did not appear to use ceramics, only the floor was black as recently repaired. But strangely only the undercarriage of it. Quite suspicious!

Finally the golden yellow diary was already in my hands. Slowly I sat back on the bed, with my legs down. Open a volume of old and dusty diary books. Using the flashlight I read the contents of the first page of the diary.

The name Sabina is on the first page. The girl's biodata is clearly written on the start page. Nothing strange, everything still looks normal. Until I finally read the next page. The neat writing was poured from Sabina's outpouring of heart. About how his life. The shocking thing I read from the story Sabina wrote in her diary.

I just found out that the girl has almost the same fate as me. Living in a less harmonious family environment. The difference is, I live with both biological parents. Sabina lives with her birth mother and stepfather. 

It didn't even get there. Sabina is left to live in the dormitory to cover up her father's mistakes, and her stepfather can freely hire Sabina by pretending to visit this dormitory. Of course no one would be suspicious when his father visited Sabina to the dormitory, because maybe they thought it was a natural thing.

Not feeling the corner of my eye issued a clear grain after reading and knowing the contents of Sabina's heart that was so heartbreaking.

I could not continue reading the diary. I closed it back rubbing the face that began to get wet with tears.

When he was about to keep the diary book on the nightstand, suddenly something fell from the diary sheet.

A picture fell on the floor. My hands trembled as I intended to take that 2R-sized photo. Paper that has begun to wear out even some ink has been peeled off. I saw a picture of three people who I guess were one family. Father, Mother, and Sabina.

The picture in the photo is not so clear, so I can not recognize one by one people who are there.

I put the picture back on the table with the diary.

For a moment the mind began to drift. To understand the meaning of all this. What exactly does Sabina want from me? And where is he now? Suddenly it flashed through my mind that a bad thing might befall the girl.

I shook my head quickly as I thought that Sabina might have died. My face immediately turned tense again. Something like blowing a nape to bristling. 

Dugm! Dugm!

I was aghast when I heard a loud knock coming from under the bed. The wall was smelting .. was Sabina there? My eyes are perfectly rounded, my throat seems to be stuck even so hard to swallow saliva.