Cecilia, 23rd November

"You are the worst thing that has happened to me" she said. "I wish you never existed" she said. "You don't deserve such a good friend like me" she said. She is breaking my heart with every word. Tears pool in my lower eyelid as I look up to hide them from her. I stay quiet, listening to her hurtful words, slowly believing what she's saying each time she repeats it. My neck hurts from all the tears being held back. I want to burst out, but that would only make her stronger.It all started with the Student Body President elections. I only came to know that Nyxia was also running for the election when I wanted to enrol. I did, because I wanted to. But her competitive brain thought I was being an enemy and running for the same position as her because I hate her. But that was not true, I just wanted to participate, not win over her. But it's all too late to make her understand. She has gone to the kitchen for water, and this is the best time than any other.I might as well go back to my old house because it's the nearest place to go. I'm not a very good driver after midnight. But it had been rumored to have a foul smell, probably rotten food or a few dead rats. I just need a place that can give me a bed and a roof over my head. I stood up from the incredibly bouncy couch (it was insanely comfortable, I could not get up ) and headed to the door, before she could come. It was cold, like an abandoned Hallowe'en night. A drop of ice-cold water trickles down my forehead, I must rush before the rain pours faster. Nyxia is probably happy now that I left her house. It's too quiet. Quiet is creepy for me. I turn on the radio expecting some interesting news or some good music. "An elephant has been found dead near The Purple Forest in Dewston. Autopsy reports neither show traces of any toxic fluids or substances nor any physical harm to the animal, rekindling the old rumor of a dead body inside 'Door No. 11', whilst scaring hikers and travellers going past Dewston." says the reporter.I hit the brakes, realizing that Door No. 11 was none other than my own ancestral home I was about to go to. I'm in Dewston, not Nordo. Then I heard the news again, "The police have said, to calm down the public, that the house will be demolished right now as it is nothing but a bad omen and a threat to the public under the radius of The Purple Forest." I was devastated. Years of hardwork put into that house, not by me but by my grandparents and great-grandparents, broken down in a second. I don't know how much more I can take, my best friend just left me, my ancestral home and the only wealth I owned is getting destroyed, and I'm in the middle of a road with my hands on the steering wheel staring into the blank road in front of me. Am I going crazy ? I really don't know. I want answers. I know just the place where I can. But it contains much risk, but I can also do it.

I am ready to face whatever comes next.