Note: italicized words are the thoughts of the character.
*Ding-dong. Ding-dong* The school bell says. Then it repeats this again.
*Yawn* "Oh my gawd, I'm so tired..", complains a drained Andrea while awfully slouching in an armchair. I can't believe this, totally unreal. Like what, what is happening? Oh my lawd, I can't believe I'm asking myself this question again! I should've found something for this a month ago, no wait, two months ago! What should I do? I don't know anything, all I know is writing. Well, I knew how to write before, but now..
"Hi, Drea!", greets a loud, familiar voice out of nowhere. That familiar voice belonged to Anton Aron, Andrea's ardent admirer, who was leaning on her from outside the window. "What the hell!", Andrea exclaims loudly while looking at the window. This took the whole class' attention to her, including the teacher's. Anton immediately hides and stealthily runs off, leaving Andrea baffled. "Miss Andrea, if you couldn't understand the lesson, you could protest in a more peaceful manner.", the teacher gently reprimanded her. "No, ma'am, I understand. I mean--", Andrea tried to reason but she was cut off shortly. "Although, I like your honesty.", the amused teacher continued. The class laughed at Andrea because of the teacher's remark. Andrea sighed and armchair-palmed her head.
*Ding-dong. Ding dong* The bell rings. Then rang once again.
"Alright, I think that'll be all for today.", the teacher says to the class. "Stand!", the class president commands to the class. They stand up except for one person, Andrea. As soon as the class prez notices this, she attempts to walk towards Andrea, but is stopped by the teacher, "Class prez, let's let her be. I think she has some problems, right now." The class prez nods to the teacher, then commands the class, "Bow!". The class bowed, and the class was dismissed.
"Hey, what do you think happened to Andrea? She seems depressed.."
"Have you ever seen her like this before?"
"I know right, she's been like that ever since the semester started.."
"Yeah, it's kind of disturbing though.."
"She's dean's list, right? I think she's experiencing one of those diseases that happen to smart people.."
The murmurs start to crowd the class room. Andrea, however, seems like she doesn't care. She's just slouched down and armchair-palmed, not moving or doing anything at all. This alerted the senses of her best friend, classmate, and landlord, Ella Lee. "Okay, I've had enough..", she says to herself, stands up and walks towards Andrea. She stops in front of the slouching Andrea, and extends her right hand to touch the back of Andrea's head. Suddenly, she exclaims loudly, "Uoooh!! The power of Christ compels you! Begone, spawn of Satan! BEGONE FROM THE BODY OF THIS GIRL!!". The murmurs in the classroom stopped, and everyone begin looking at Ella with confusion and surprise. Ella repeats this incantation once again, but this time she hiddenly shakes the window beside Andrea with her other hand. At least, she tried to anyway. She was spotted by almost everyone, because she did it too obviously. "What are you doing?", the jock classmate asked. "I'm trying to free Andrea of her inner demon! Can't you see?!", she responded vehemently. "Jesus Christ, calm down..", the jock laid off.
"Ella, you can't go clowning like this! You're gonna get in so much trouble with class prez.", another classmate reminds her. "Yeah, and she'll say that you're 'disturbing the peace' again! You know how she is..", the geek girl quietly shouted. "What! You people don't know the magnitude, the importance of what I'm trying to do here!", she shouts but she lets out a slight laugh at the end. She covers her face because she could almost burst out laughing. The atmosphere inside the classroom begin to ease up, and everyone, one by one, slowly applaud Ella. She turns around for a brief moment, and turns back, now with a huge grin on her face. Everyone in the classroom cheers because of her, more or less, short comedic show. She then inspects whether or not Andrea is really down; she peeks at the face of Andrea and realizes that Andrea's just sleeping. And snoring too, although not loudly. Ella was dumbfounded, but at the same time relieved. "Okay... talk to you later.", she leaves the sleeping Andrea.
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"Hmm..? What-- where am I?", Andrea groans while getting up on her knees. "What was I doing laying down?", she questions herself. She feels something liquid in her neck area. She touches her neck with her right hand, and immediately becomes confused. Her confusion turned to horror when she looked at her right hand, as there was blood. She screamed, and now, she notices that the place around her wasn't the classroom anymore. "What?! Where am I?! What is this place?!", she questioned. She calms herself down, "Okay. Okay. Let's not panic.. wait, am I bleeding?". She could not feel pain around her neck, or anywhere on her body. Then she inspects the blood she touched before, "This is not my blood. This is someone else's." She flexes her fingers around, rubs them altogether, "The texture.. it's still gooey, and fleshy.", and then reluctantly smells it, "This.. it's certainly fresh." She tries to make out what kind of room she's in, but it's too dark for her eyes to see anything past a meter. She stands up slowly, and walks around the room. The floor is wooden, and doesn't look like it could hold three people standing at the same position, as it was already creaking when Andrea tip-toed around.
*Thunk* A loud noise came from underneath her feet. It was the wooden floor; Andrea had stepped on a weak part of it. "Okay, this feels dangerous..", she contemplates after a few seconds. Then she removed her indoor shoes, which she has been wearing back when she was still inside the classroom. She steps out of her shoes, and away from the broken flooring. But she was surprised when she hit her back on something. "Whoa!--", she exclaims quietly. It was just a wooden wall. She had reached one end of the dark room. She notices some paintings, both hanging on the walls or leaning to the wall from the ground; some of which are famous. "Most of these are post-impressionist art.. 'The Large Plane Trees' by van Gogh, 'The Scream' by Edvard Munch..", she described with exuberance, while hovering her hand around. *Thack* Andrea trips down an object near her feet. She was shocked for a moment, but found her shock to be silly, as in closer inspection she tripped over a flashlight. Using her newfound flashlight, she followed the wall with the paintings until she wound up returning to where she started from. She had circled the entire room, but she still doesn't have a clue of where she might be.
She initially debated with herself that she could be in an art museum, but that wouldn't make any sense because the place looked abandoned and there are no abandoned museums in town, and there are no lightbulbs or light switches around. It's as if this museum was built, stocked, and then abandoned. The room couldn't be a museum, or a part of the museum either because there are wooden chairs lying around which are covered by white plain clothes. There are also kitchen utensils, a broken radio, and some white papers smudged with what looks like blood. Andrea decides to get out of the room, to find out more of the place she's mysteriously woken up from. She tries to open the only door, but it won't budge. She tries harder, but immediately stops when she hears whispering. "What is this? Huh? I don't--", she tries to cover her ears. The whispers become louder, and they seem to come closer to her. "No, no, no. What-- I can't unhear it?!", she steps away frantically from the door. She stumbles down out of fear, and the whispers become really loud and violent. As she begins to break down, the whispers instantly stopped.
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There was a moment of eerie silence. Andrea tries to regain composure, but she felt doomed again. A knock was heard from the door, it was from outside. Andrea hoped that it could be someone that could help her, but she did not think that it was, after a few more knocks. The knocks on the door had an unknown pattern; some were too close to each other, and some were of long intervals. It felt eerie, and unsettling to Andrea. Suddenly, she hears banging from around the walls. This made Andrea tear up, and she's now on the verge of collapsing. The noises continued while she sobbed. Then, one of the paintings fell down and revealed a terrible, and creepy picture. A horrifying depiction of the Mona Lisa. She saw this, and thereafter felt like she was strangled by an unknown force. She looked around in horror, but could not see anything. The strangling force tighten its grip on her neck. She completely falls down on the floor, struggling to breathe and free herself of the deadly grip. She gasps for air, but she's slowly losing consciousness. As her eyes stare at the ceiling of the room, her breathing slows down to a near stop. She blacks out, but still clinging to the small amount of air she could get from her futile gasps.
"Andrea! ANDREA!", Ella exclaims with conviction.
"What is happening?!"
"Stop her!"
"She's too strong!"
"GET THOSE SCISSORS AWAY FROM HER NECK!"
A few frantic shouts could be heard by Andrea. Her thoughts and vision are hazy, but she is regaining consciousness. She could see crowding students around her, some are panicking, and a teacher who is standing closely beside her. She could see Ella and Anton. They're both grabbing on to her left hand, which she found confusing, as they look like they were struggling. She's also realized that she's crying, and a few tears have already rolled down her face. She then slowly feels pain coming from the left side of her neck. She looks at her left and is horrified by what she saw. She sees her left hand holding her scissor, thrusting it into her neck. She begins to freeze, but right then, she hears Anton's screams, "Andrea! Stop, what are you doing?!". She regains control over her bloody left hand, and pulls out the scissor out of her neck. Blood gushed from her open wound.
"Andrea! Can you hear me?", Ella approaches, and quickly touches Andrea's face in relief. "We're gonna get you to the school hospital, okay? Just hold on!", she assures Andrea, and immediately calls the university hospital. "Andrea, Andrea! Wait--", Anton tries to get closer but he was blocked off by the supervising teacher. The teacher handles the crowd, and tells them to return to their classes. "No, wait. I want to talk with--", Anton tries to reason with the teacher. "Return to your classes now, Mr. Aron. You can have your chat with Ms. Lens at the school hospital.", the teacher tells him off. Anton reluctantly returns to his room; the rest of the crowd go back to their classses. At this point, the medics from the university hospital arrive to apply first-aid, and take Andrea away. Ella tries to accompany her, but she was suppressed by the medics. "Can't I go with her? I'm her best friend, she needs me, right now!", Ella reasons.
"No can do, sorry. University policy states that you can't be with the patient during class hours, especially when you don't have the permission of a teacher, or a note signed by the right authorities.", one of the medics dictates to her. She tries to argue with the medics, but to no avail. "It's going to be fine, we'll take good care of her, for you. You could visit her from time to time, just not during class hours. You know how the university is with their policies..", the other medic assures Ella before they take Andrea away in their ambulance. Once they had left, Ella slumped down in the driveway, trying to comprehend why Andrea hurt herself. She takes a breath of air, and calms her nerves.
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At the hospital:
Andrea lay sleeping peacefully on the bed; her neck already treated, and her left arm injured. A medical ventilator is attached to her face area to help with her irregular breathing, and her left arm is bandaged. For any writer, injuring their hands or arms is a great deal. They would not be able to write their pieces, and weave their stories. They could not do their passion. Fortunately enough, Andrea's dominant, writing hand is her right hand.
The ward she is staying in looks more like a hotel suite. It was designed to cater to the needs of a student, to make them more comfortable and relaxed. The suites are technologically advanced in appearance, and function. This will, of course, result in the student's faster rejuvenation. Those were the ideas that the wards were built upon.
Andrea moans, not from pleasure, but because she still feels pain from her neck. She is not concious though; this is just her impulses. She then begin to move around her bed, like struggling with a bad dream. She breathes frantically, and then promptly wakes up. Sweat begin to rise from her skin, and she tries to control her breathing. When she finally calmed down, she tries to make out her surroundings. "The university ward?.. I was bleeding, and then..", she remembered. "I.. why.. I stabbed myself?", she remembered more. The memories came back to her, but not the memory before she stabbed herself. She could only remember a faint glimmer of her memory when she was at the dark room. She begins to be in delimma, whether or not that dark room was real, or not. She begins to think that she's currently mental, and all of what happended stemmed from her "writer's block".
Despite of her current state of mind, she finds responsibility to take action, and fix her crumbling life. She makes up her mind to go on a "writer's vacation", to ease her mind and revitalize her senses. She concluded that all of the troubles she's had recently, were all from her lack of self-discipline. She thought she was very much into her writing career, that she'd forgotten to take care of herself. She thought this was the reason everything had gone south for her, especially her sudden disability to write. She reassures herself that tomorrow will be a good day, tomorrow she'll start taking care of herself and take a break from writing. She takes a deep breath, and descends to a peaceful sleep. Shortly after, a mysterious silhouette can be seen creeping up from under her bed.
Was Andrea right about her current situation, or is there much more to it than just a "writer's block"?