The Figure In My Bed

Chapter 9 Sabina

"Why you?" asked Arsy repeated his question when he saw me just dumbly observing the entire room that suddenly returned neat in an instant.

"I ... saw a terrible figure." I whispered into Arsy's ear. Instantly Arsy's facial features turned tense, his eyes looking in various directions.

"You better take a quick shower, if I have been waiting in my room," he said, passing by from before me.

I just stared at the back of Arsy who then disappeared at the turn of the room door. He seemed to be covering up something he might know about the figure I saw earlier. Impressed to avoid discussion about the terrible figure.

Ah, nevermind! Maybe I'm tired of hallucinating about strange things. Haven't I ever experienced anything like that? Then why should I turn it around now?

It seems like lately I have been thinking a lot and depressed by the attitude of some friends who often do bad things to me. In the end I became a lot of daydreaming and a lot of hammering.

Not wanting to make Arsy wait too long, I immediately stepped into the bathroom to clean myself up. It was getting dark while I hadn't had a shower. The whole body feels very sticky by sweat. Cold water makes the body feel fresher than before. 

After bathing and getting dressed again, I came out of the bathroom to save toiletries and dirty clothes to the room, only after meeting Arsy who might be waiting for me in his room.

As I walked down the hallway to my room, I saw that the door to Arsy's room was slightly open. I approached the door of the room and peered inside when I heard voices coming from inside.

Looking at Latitude, Echa and Andin were supporting Arsy who was now in the corner of the room, I could see through the opening of the door that opened a little.

Looks like they're being rude to Arsy. I can't let them bother my friend. Immediately I pushed the door of the room with all my might, causing the sound of the door being slammed hard and all those inside turned to look at me.

"What did you guys do to Arsy?" I snapped loudly.

Turning her lips, she walked closer with her other two friends.

"Here you come with me!" The latitude grabbed my wrist and dragged me out of the room.

"Let go!" I thrashed but the girl's hand was getting stronger until I grimaced in pain. 

Some of my toiletries fell on the floor. The latitude dragged me into the room and threw my body on the bed. Then the three of them immediately came out but before that Lintang took my room key, closed the door and locked it from the outside.

Seeing that, I woke up soon. Half-running I stepped towards the door that was now tightly shut and locked by them.

"Cross! Don't lock me up, please open the door!" I hit the door of the room, but only their laughter was heard moving away. 

Looks like they started to leave and let me get locked up in the room by myself. When dinner time comes, I have to go out for dinner. But it looks like I'm gonna skip my dinner because I can't get out of this room. 

My wrist looks reddened by the strong grip that Lintang just did. 

Walk toward the bed and throw the body there. Lying on your back staring at the ceiling of the room whose ceiling has begun to blacken in some parts, even a spider web seems to hang in every corner of the roof there.

Long daydreaming makes these eyes feel heavy, drifting me to dreamland and sleeping in the end.

The dug dug dug dug

My eyes immediately opened wide when I felt the vibration on the bed. At first I thought there was an earthquake that made my bed shake. 

But the sound of knocking from under the bed again was heard giving another vibration to the thin mattress that became my only bed.

I still flinch yet dare to get out of the bed, listening to the sound of the pounding sound. It was as if there was a hand that kept hitting the bed board down there. 

With bated breath and cold sweat pouring out, I remained in a still position. The shadow of that horrible figure flashed through my mind. Only my eyeballs moved to glance at the wall clock attached to the left side of the wall. The hour hand shows at 12 pm, which means it is already midnight and I spent my time asleep since last afternoon.

Stopping the knocking sound was now changing with a heartbreaking crying sound. I'm sure I'm not dreaming right now, let alone hallucinating. It's real, it's real. Although I repeatedly considered the strange events were just an illusion, but it turned out that everything really happened.

Is the room I occupy haunted to empty? Or has this room been empty for so long that other creatures have inhabited it? All the possibilities could happen, and various assumptions were milling around in my mind.

The quiet state gripped, only the sound of my own heartbeat was heard, and the roar of breath was increasingly hunting irregularly. Accompanied by the sound of crying that increasingly sounded vibrating and heartbreaking.

Who exactly is under my bed? Is that the ghost of the woman I saw this afternoon? Who her? 

I held my stomach that felt wrapped around the pain, as a result of skipping dinner I finally felt so hungry. But the fear made me not want to get out of bed. 

Not to mention that my bedroom door is probably still locked from the outside. I don't know when the latitude will open it. Maybe he was mad at me because this afternoon he was doused in his face by drinking water. 

Crick

My eyeballs are now moving towards the door, where I hear the sound of a key playing out there, meaning that someone is unlocking it from the outside.

Before going down, I make sure first if there are no more crying sounds under the bed. I sharpened my sense of hearing, the sound of heart-wrenching crying was no longer heard. 

I slowly got up and lowered my legs even with a little hesitation and fear.

With a bit of courage, I stood walking towards the door of the room. This hand trembled as it was about to grab the round-shaped door knob made of iron.

I turned the round knob and opened the door slowly.

Next I saw someone at the door, standing back to me. Corridor with dim light from lights whose light is not enough to touch the end of the corridor where my room is located, until the situation is faint.

"Who are you?" I greeted the figure of a girl my age who was now standing behind me.

Slowly the figure twisted the body, the appearance of his pale face untouched by the light of the lamp makes it look a little creepy, until my hair just bristled it made.

He covered a thin smile, stuck out his hand.

"I'm Sabina." The sound of soft vibrating can make the pores of this skin stand like thorns, a gust of wind that blows soft but cold able to puncture the skin also smoothes the nape.

I hesitated to shake the hand that was sticking out toward me. 

It's a little weird when my skin comes in contact with it. It felt as if the cold froze the girl's skin when touching each other shaking hands.

Maybe it was because the air was cold to make him cold like that. 

It is still natural and I can accept it with reason.

But what I wonder is, why am I seeing this girl? Sabina, I don't think in my class there's a name, I try to remember.

"Arsy asked me to accompany you here and help open the door of the room locked by Lintang and his friends" Sabina said.

"Oh yeah? Arsy told you to help me? Thanks yeah!" I'm quite happy to hear that.

"But where is he?" I looked down at the long hallway, seeing that all the doors of the room were closed and that there was a silence.

The girl's gaze followed my gaze towards the long hallway, then she turned to look at me.

"Can I come in? I'll tell you inside" he said asking for permission.

"Of course, let's go in!" Invite me, take the key hanging outside and close the door after.

Without me to pardon, Sabina was already sitting on the edge of the bed with a gaze circling around the room with an unusual gaze, looking like full of sadness.

"Is there anything strange?" I dragged my chair and sat in front of him.

He shook his head. "Arsy asked me to sleep here."

"Oh yeah? Are you Arsy's roommate? But how come I never saw you?" I knit an eyebrow.

If this Sabina lives in Arsy's room, that means she's also my classmate. Because the one in the corridor on the second floor is a first-class child, my classmates. But why didn't I ever see her in class? I even saw him this time. And every absentee never heard the name Sabina mentioned by the teacher.

"By the way I've never seen you in class, have I not mentioned it? Which bench are you sitting on?" I still think positively.

"When you get into this school I happen to have not entered class because of illness. I was sitting on the center bench, Arsy said you were sitting there, "he replied to me relieved and not thinking strangely anymore.

"Oh pantesan if that's it. So you've been in the room all this time, right? Or home?" I made him suddenly look at me sharply. 

Being stared at like that makes me goosebumps again.

"I can't go home yet."

"Oh .. sorry." I think I mispronounced it to the point of making him bow down and grieve like that.

I don't know what made him sad, I don't know. Could it be that he has never been visited by his parents or he has lived a kara and can only live in this orphanage? God, I feel guilty talking to her about going home.

"Then you sleep here, I'm happy to have a friend. You slept on top!" 

"No, I'll just sleep here. You're the one above, it's okay?" Sabina.

I mind a little, 'cause this is my room anyway. But since Sabina has been kind enough to accompany me here, then I cannot possibly refuse her.

"Yes, I'm riding ya! Good night!" I said hurry up to the top of the bunk bed.

I let the blanket be worn by Sabina, I want her to be comfortable here so she will accompany me.

I lay on the top bed, staring at the ceiling that was getting closer. My eyes reluctantly closed, I changed the sideways position back to the wall.

I frowned when I saw Sabina sitting facing the mirror while combing her hair. Isn't it midnight like this to brush your hair? Why would he sleep for what, after all, bother to comb his long hair?

"You're not sleepy?" my many.

He just shook his head without turning his head towards me, kept busy combing and staring at the mirror. I who was at the side was unable to see his face from the reflection of the small mirror that I deliberately hung on the nail of the wall.

"Didn't mind combing through the night?" Ask again.

"Like it. Let it be neat" he replied briefly and it made sense. Hair that long will certainly be easily tangled if not combed often. But not gini nights too, my inner.

"You go to sleep, let me stay with you until you go to sleep" he said.

"Ehm .." I muttered and then changed the sideways position facing the wall.