Sasha Shadows

The boys' distant chirps sound musical to my ears, except for Clerence's. Not only he is walking staggeringly like a drunkard, hooking his forearm over Greg's shoulder for support. He even acts like one when he incoherently talks along the way. "I wanna go home," he mumbles in a slur.

It seems like the boys are walking further away from those girls which is a good sign. And the girls are not going to follow them, which sounds convincingly good to me too. Pushing the spectacles up to the nose bridge with his poker face, Hansel glances at his watch before cocking one of his eyebrows.

"I suggest we should go back," he utters monotonously. "It's getting late now and we have class tomorrow too."

Dominic squints at Clerence and then at Greg, whose talking eyes seem to be agreeing to Hansel's statement. "Alright," he sighs in defeat, lowering his head in disappointment when Hansel snakes his arm around Dominic's shoulder in a comforting way. His faint smile appears for a mere second before vanishing.

And Dominic doesn't see it because he's still lowering his head with his back humped while walking. Anyways, two wishes are accomplished throughout the night.

Addicting and adventurous.

The only thing that surprises me is how thoughtful they are to not stay out late at night unlike most teens I've read in other books or watched on some movies, well, although part of the reason draws towards Clerence. Looking at the watch that clings to my wrist, the time stops at the time I was hit on the head.

Fine, I'll just 'ask' Hansel or Greg for the time then.

But before I can even do so, Isabelle's childish voice eventually rings pass my ears. "You should come back home now, Sasha Danielle Shadows." The echoing words sound as if they are spoken in an auditorium. "I am bored."

"Oh god..." I mutter while rolling my eyes. "Go back to your tea party, brat."

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I finally return home after ignoring Isabelle's command by playing a few more fun games alone at the place - Ferris Wheel, Pirate Ship, and Tea Cups. Although those games are old fashion in some people's opinion, it is still thrilling for me.

I catch sight of the view of the side of the little girl's face as she is sitting on the couch in the living room. She is reading a book but I can't quite distinguish its genre. Although I've entered the house without making any sound, she still whips her head up and tosses me a welcoming smile. "Welcome home, Sasha." And I'm a little taken aback upon how she has reacted to my lateness and disobedience.

I let out a tired grin at her before nodding slightly. But before I can ever penetrate through my closed room door, her question has successfully stopped me from doing so.

"Are you aware that your fourth wish is not accomplished yet?" My eyes are round in astonishment when I stop my pace before averting my gaze towards her. My mouth shaping 'what' as I frown. But she tuts and shakes her head in return. "Seek revenge on Kayla in every form. Every form, Sasha. That means you need to enter her dreams to keep haunting her."

That sounds like a brilliant idea.

"Don't you think this is too much?" But my superego has rejected the offer. "...haunting her even in the dreams?"

"It is compulsory," Isabelle's voice is grim while the skull appears on her face for a short moment. "She has done enough unforgivable mistakes and this is your only chance to give her a warning, on behalf of all the people she bullied," Isabelle's face looks stern like the provost of my university.

Honestly, it is quite hard for me to accept the fact of a five-year-old looking girl acting and thinking in an adult way.

"But I don't even know how to appear in someone's dream," I whine with frustration until I pout. Isabelle giggles as she shakes her head again.

Standing up, she approaches me with the lightest steps on earth with her eyes gazing up at mine. Her announcement loud and clear. "Sasha Danielle Shadows, I, Isabelle Duncan, will teach you about dream-invading tonight."

"Is this tutorial free?" I ask, crossing my arms. "Because I literally have nothing to pay to you."

"Of course you have," Isabelle chirps with her high pitch when I raise an eyebrow. "All you need to do is to give me your granted wishes, take a look on your phone now, Sasha."

I do as she says and log into Facebook with my virtual mobile phone, since I'd kept it in my pocket before blacking out. Much to my surprise, the three wishes I had done fulfilling has gone missing. In fact, the fourth wish is getting blurry, which means it will disappear soon as well.

If she wants them, I won't mind, since I have my original drafts written in that dusty notebook. "Okay," is what I utter with a hesitant nod. "So how do we go to Kayla's house?"

"Room," Isabelle corrects.

"Yeah, room."

But before I can even ask her my next question, she has already brought us to the said place with a snap of her finger, leading out a gasp from me. "Always keep in mind that I'm no ordinary little girl, Shadows." The little girl reminds with her index finger swinging on both sides. Clinging onto my own habits, my eyes rake around the room with curiosity. Unlike my room, which is considered as messy, this room is worse. The bed is undone, while the floor is scattered with worn clothes.

The smell of socks lingers everywhere, giving me the urge to choke. The yellow light colours her room but sadly, without adding any romantic effect on this place. "Where the heck is she?" I whisper to Isabelle, knowing that Kayla might hear me if I speak out loud.

"Urgh, where are those stupid condoms?" Her muffled voice comes from under the bed, where I can finally see her exposed foot on one side of the corner. Her untied hair sprawls on the ground as she is finding the so-called condom pack.

If she's really going to have sex tonight, I'll quit for sure.

"If it is me, I'll use that virtual mobile phone of mine which I can temporarily touch and film the whole scene from the beginning to the end," this girl is definitely not innocent! Ignore me, and you will regret. There are bigger things hidden behind that cute, innocent face of hers which you and I have yet to find out, I suppose.

"Sneaky," I judge. "But I like that idea." Pretending to consider, I brace my chin with two fingers with a smirk plastered on my visage. However, my inner voice has been chanting 'please don't have sex' for God knows how many times already. Not because this isn't a good view to be taken, well maybe except me, it's because I want to make things easier.

All I want to do is just entering her dreams and giving her nightmares. And there's no big deal scaring her for only one night, right? Since I'm pretty sure that with her narcissism and arrogance carried around her attitude, she will probably forget the dream after a few days ahead.

Soon, her mother calls her from downstairs in the midst of her condom search, making her wriggling out from under the bed hurriedly. Her face sweaty with her red hair sticking onto her temples and forehead. "Coming, mum!" And she races down the stairs, leaving thumping footsteps along the way. Her raspy breath decorates the rhythm of her fast paces.

Still remaining her position like a statue, Isabelle has no interest in peeping out of this room like me. Since the door is left ajar, I decide to tiptoe towards the gap and eavesdrop. I feel so bad for contradicting myself with such act, yes, what I mean is being busybody, but I just can't help myself.

Maybe this girl faces the same dilemma before failing her superego in the first place. Because she keeps minding other people's businesses and also judging upon them as well.

A few minutes fly pass, Kayla finally returns with her face red with rage as I spring away from the door and land beside Isabelle. "Assholes." Her face shows large hints of annoyance and this is most probably due to the guy on the phone. Slamming the door shut, the girl pounces onto her bed and buries her head into the pillow, her scream is still loud although the pillow have blocked some sound waves.

Anyways, this won't result in any serious sound pollution, so this is still acceptable for my ears.

"What now?" I ask with a whisper-shout, nudging Isabelle's arm.

"Wait first until she's asleep," she sighs. It seems like this little girl has also have enough waiting and watching such attitude of this female bully. "I'm truly affirmed that she won't have sex tonight." Well, I don't think she is a lark either.

But surprisingly, "Urgh, I'm going to sleep..." she mutters to herself and that lightens up my face with my lips shaping 'oh'. "I'm so tired of these people, this family, this world..." Once her voice trails off, the pair of us eventually approach and stop by her bed. As can be seen, her eyes are closed and slow, steady breath is audible.

However, her eyebrows are furrowed. She is indeed in a bad mood.

And I'm going to ruin it more.

More.

ᵟᵁᴱˢᵀᴵᴼᴺˢ ᴬˢᴷᴱᴰ ᵀᴼ ᴹᴬᴷᴱ ᶠᴿᴵᴱᴺᴰˢ:

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