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Camilla laid on her bed, Staring at the ceiling, Her mind was empty, Tired, She was thinking so much, “I wish I could feel more at home here”, She said quietly.
“Oh why is that?” Said a face on the ceiling.
“I don’t feel like myself here, In school, Outside.. In this house”
“What is it that you wish for?” The face uttered.
“Freedom” She said, As all sudden sense of clarity hit her mind, Light blinded her eyes as they opened.
It was morning.
She rose from her bed, Stood up beside it, Taking a gaze at her room, Closest thing she could call home. Drawings, notepads, And pieces of paper were scattered across her bed, Plenty on the floor too. 5 TV monitors on a long old table, And of course, Her old laptop, Full of stickers on it’s lid. Light bulb that hang on the ceiling had no lightshade, It was dirty, And dim, Shimmering orange light on the room.
7 Different flashlights in a box next to her Laptop Desk. She sat on her old chair, Opened her laptop and began to type. *Weird dreams about face on the ceiling* she wrote on the search bar and She pressed enter... She had been having weird dreams lately, All involving face on the ceiling talking to her during night. She was interested in all sort of cryptic things, Hugely obsessed over Creepypasta fandom, Or well.. Whatever is left of It these days, You see, Despite being only 15 years old, She never truly felt alike with other kids her age-
Search results popped in
“To dream of ceiling represents your feelings about limitation you have in attaining a goal, Insight or an Achievement”
“Yeah right, My life story over there, Even my creepy dream face agrees”
She rose her head up again, Staring at ceiling, Relaxing her arms, Sitting on her chair.
“I wish I could crash into the ceiling, I wish, I could be the ceiling, Maybe the creepy ceiling face is happy, Having it’s life goal achieved, In it’s home, The Ceiling”
“Someday I can-” Her thoughts were cut of
“Step into the dark”
Camilla’s eyes opened in shock, She leaned too hard and fell with her chair, Causing loud noise.
“The fuck was that?!” She loudly asked, She started to look at each corner of her room, Her head moved like that of frantic bird.
*Door opened*
Camilla’s heart felt like stopping as she grabbed a flashlight from the box and began pointing it at the door.
“Camilla honey, What, You’re doing? You fell? You’re alright? You scared to crap out of me dear”
Camilla stared at her mother, She had heard the loud noise from her fall.
“I’m.. fin-” Her mother instantly hugged her.
“Aw, Did something spook the soul outta my little sweetheart eh?”
“I’m i-- I’m fine mom I’m fifteen, Not some little kid”
She pushed her mom away a bit.
“I just.. felt.. I mean I guess it was nothing”
“Are you sure honey, I can double check if any-”
“No no mom, It’s fine, I’m okay, I’m just little scaredy cat okay heh? Camilla tried to smile and joke it off, But it came off very nervously.
“Ah well.. Try to relax, You know what they say… Curio-”
“sity killed the cat yeah mom, Clever nonsensical jokes”
*Small second of awkward silence came up*
“Aw.. well.. You should hurry up, The bus will arrive soon, Have fun at school, I be making special food for us today once you’re back”
“Yea mom, It’s fine.. I be packing up and going”
“Alright… Try to not fall on the stairs down my clumsy sweetheart”
“Haha yea yea go away now, I be there in a minute”
*Door shut*
Camilla let her breath flow again, She had held it in the entire time, She was sure of it, She heard something, And now she even has the proof of it, She has had a recording device on her desk for quite a while now, It was recording even now. Just in case, You see, She loved to immerse herself in her Creepypasta roleplays… or maybe she just had genuine paranoia, Or wishful thinking of something dramatic happening.
“That must had captured it! It was real, I knew you were you ugly ceiling face, I got you now!”
*Minute passes by, Nothing is heard in the recording*
“But.. I’m sure. I heard it, I really did, It was real, It wasn’t like dream, Damni-”
*Door knocked*
Camilla almost fell off again but managed to keep her composure.
“Uh… uh. Yea mom?”
“You’re coming? Bus is at the yard.”
“Oh shit fuc-”
“The language, Sweetheart”
“Oh.. Sorry I’m sorry, I’m going now” Camilla ran past her mom.
“love you, Bye, See ya mom!”
“Love you too my sweetheart”
*Outdoor shuts loudly*
Camilla’s Mom looked down, Then at Camilla’s room, Her face shifted into slightly worried outlook.
“I hope you’re doing alright… honey, Please just.. Tell me if something bothers you okay..?”
She said quietly all by herself.
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At the bus, Camilla was sitting at the furthest back, At window side, Looking at the woods passing by, Her thoughts clouded by many things.
Camilla wasn’t your usual girl, She did not feel fit with others who were mainstream, In many ways, She was stuck in the past, Obsessing over old forgotten things, Creepypasta Fandom was her escape from boring, Gray world around her, She has been doodling many OC’s and different characters on her notebook, It’s where her mind lays even during school classes.. In fantasy.
“Maybe it’s the only place where I’m truly alive” She uttered quietly
“In Fantasies”
*The bus stopped, School day was about to begin*
“It’s fine, It’s just.. another day, Another boring way, To be”
Camilla then grudgingly stepped off the bus, Her mind would wander around, She barely spoke to anyone. She was tired, But there were things to be done. She had to move on.
“One day I will feel free”
She said, As she walked trough the School Main entrance.