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Level 1 Warning
Profanity
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The sound of screaming that broke the general atmosphere made everyone enter their tents.
Milo quickly drew a circle around his tent and entered; it was large with dimensions 5×5×3, enough for more than two people. Its canvas walls and floor were a color black leaning towards dark blue. Milo closed the door and windows with the zipper chain, completely isolated from the forest air. He sat in the middle checking Brady's things; he found a self-inflating foldable sofa. Attached to it were capsules that, when broken in a specific way, create a reaction that inflates the sofa made of a rubber-like material, in addition to Brady's diary at the bottom.
He opened the diary and understood nothing. He decided to write down what happened to him today and busy himself with anything; for if the part he lived was twenty-five hours of daylight, then the night must be longer than that.
No TV and no phone, just him inside the tent, and outside were creatures that perhaps wanted to eat him. Milo thought of his old mother and whether she survived that earthquake...
Amidst his thinking, he looked at the window which he found had opened by itself. There was a suspicious woman—not a woman, but a creature trying to look human, separated from him only by a transparent membrane.
The creature spoke with a woman's voice, moving its mouth as if acting that it was speaking through it, although the movements did not seem coordinated at all with the spoken words. Rather, its mouth seemed to overlap with itself in a way annoying to the eye and nausea-inducing, as if the creature was launching a deliberate mental attack on him, saying:
"Open the window, I want to give you something."
Milo froze in his place like a statue.
"Come on, open the window... I... I... I want to protect you... Those campers want to deceive you... You forgot something outside... Say something... Come on, say somethiiiiiing."
The sound of the creature's scream made him feel as if his head would explode, so he spoke.
"Y... Y... You want to hurt me."
"No, I won't do such a thing."
Milo heard the sound of one of the campers screaming from afar.
"Close that damn wiiiindow."
The creature said:
"Don't do it."
Milo moved towards it, under its face which seemed unstable, trying not to look at it and to close the window. The creature said:
"See you when you come out."
As soon as Milo closed the window, the creature evaporated as if it had never existed.
Noise began outside.
Sounds of playing instruments, metal friction, rustling of leaves, random terrifying sounds, among them a sound resembling speech that could be understood yet at the same time pushes the ear to contemplate it in an attempt to grasp its meaning.
He remembered the old man's advice and ignored the sound.
Milo leaned on the sofa trying to forget what he saw and ride the train of sleep, and he dove into a deep sleep from exhaustion.
He dreamed he returned to high school in his final year, inside his old classroom with walls cracked in some places, the color varying between yellow and white as if the builders had urinated on the wall instead of painting it. And the dilapidated old two-seater desks full of drawings, writings, match-making of girls and boys, names of those sitting on them, and meaningless words written with correction fluid and writing pens. Amidst this disgusting scene, in the back sits the girl who checked on him, with her skin radiant like the moon. An angel amidst their classroom, more beautiful than everyone present with her bright contrasting colors, provoking the envy of all the ugly girls with him in the class. Milo looked at her, and she began to glance at him sideways and smile, her cheeks becoming rosier from her shyness.
His dream convinced him that the beautiful girl he met on this planet studies with him... and she has a crush on him and that this is a normal scene. She reached out to touch his hand; the touch of her white hand was cold like a breeze of pure air in the morning that filled his lungs and blew upon his heart, making him feel his heart floating and soaring in the sky of love for this girl whom he didn't know if she was human or a piece of paradise. He felt that this scene was wrong; a being of this beauty, I don't deserve her, rather I defile her. I, the short fat one with the color of feces... this being shouldn't be with humans. Looking at her alone is a priceless bliss.
She approached his face as if she wanted to kiss him. His heart beat fast; he felt from her as if she bloomed like a flower in spring, forgetting for a moment all his suffering and the whole world, focusing on the details of her face. She whispered with a feminine voice that melts away every worry in life:
"My dear, it is time to immortalize our names and this relationship of ours. I am the person with whom you will finally write your name. Goodbye to all your years of loneliness. I am here to fix your heart."
Milo smiled a sincere smile from the heart with full mental capacity for the first time finally after years of shame and not achieving anything despite exerting efforts and life closing its doors in his face. Finally, she gave him something that filled his soul and removed his buried depression. These seconds were as if they were the purpose of his existence and the end of his journey; he had found the owner of his heart and soul.
Milo couldn't speak, he only shook his head randomly between yes and no... That girl smiled gently as if she alone understood him, took the correction pen, wrote Milo's name, and began to write her name, saying:
"My name resembles the word
████[unintelligible sound]████
in the English language hehe.. [shy laugh]"
Milo looked at it, and her name was overlapping within itself like a visual distortion hindering him from reading; whenever he got close to perceiving it, it distorted into something else unintelligible.
The matter was normal to him despite not knowing her name.
< I am the one at mistake, not her. This sacred being, a piece of trash like me shouldn't know its name. >
The feeling of serenity beside her and the flight of his heart and mind in these seconds made him want to worship her. He heard much about love, starting from suicide for the sake of the beloved up to writing stories of shared adventures...
The teacher, who looked like that old man he saw in that strange world, spoke with a nervous loud voice saying:
"Hey lovebirds in the back, gather your things and get lost... Come on, quickly, and don't come back until you bring your guardian."
The class started laughing at them while they had their heads bowed, but Milo didn't care about their opinion as he usually does; they just envy him. His girlfriend is the most beautiful being in existence. She was shy like him, possessed the same personality, and felt comfortable only with him. Milo wanted to cry from happiness, so he held it back, swallowing his saliva with difficulty, contemplating her beauty with a cheerful face.
But...
He looked behind her and glimpsed Marcile sitting with his prominent muscles staring at him with a cold look and frozen features; he felt their coldness climbing his spine like frost, making his knees tremble and unable to support him.
The teacher screamed:
"Come on, get ouuuut."
They both left the class which was on the second floor and walked in the corridors overlooking the courtyard carrying their bags, passing by other classrooms where people's gazes were distracted towards her.
His friend's class hadn't entered yet. Milo walked among them showing off, holding her hand to show them and show everyone their relationship and that he achieved an achievement by walking with the most beautiful girl in school in his view and theirs, of course.
While she was red-cheeked and feeling shy, they went down the winding stairs and went out to the courtyard holding hands, tears streaming from Milo's eyes, and his friend chanting his name:
"You are a hero, Milo."
"I wish I were in his place."
Milo looked into her face and brought his lips close to hers to kiss her as he saw foreigners do, but the school bell ruined the moment.
"My dear, let's do it another time."
They entered the next class...
They sat in the same places, same teacher, but it seems he forgot what happened a few minutes ago.
Marcile peeked at him saying with a malicious smile:
"Won't you introduce us to your girlfriend? She looks hot and you, you ape, don't deserve her.
[Marcile bit his own lip with a crazy smile]
My mind imagines her in sexual positions while I make her a toilet for my semen. I will squeeze my testicles inside her again and again and I will never get bored."
The girl looked at Milo with a sad look as if it was the first time she heard this filthy talk. Milo felt he had to reply.
"I-It is n-none of y-your business. Mind your own business and find the girl of your dreams."
Marcile looked at him with an open mouth in the shape of a smile and hid his face laughing under his hand at the silliness of his shy reply and continued:
"I don't want a girlfriend, for if I wanted to I wouldn't have spoken to you. I want to take the source of your hope in life. I want to torture her and turn this girlfriend of yours into a cheap sex toy I play with whenever I want to hear the sound of her screaming and begging for mercy. Do you allow me?"
The teacher looked at Marcile who was speaking with a loud voice indifferent to the class, and the teacher sat scared in his chair because Marcile's father is a gang leader in his dream.
Milo felt the girl trembling at her fate.
He wanted to speak but didn't know what to say in front of Marcile, his strength of character, and his self-confidence.
Marcile took a compass out of his bag and stabbed her hand. Milo felt the class jump and their silent shock at what happened as her blood began to flow...
"Come on, say something you bastard. Here I am assaulting her in front of you. Be a man, come on."
The girl turned to Milo holding her trembling hand from which blood was flowing, unable to speak, her tears streaming with breathing disturbed by fear of crying out loud.
Marcile rose slightly and stabbed her in her right thigh; in his direction, she jumped escaping the pain, her blood falling on the floor, and she fled behind Milo who stood with his knees shaking violently and felt a giant fist squeezing his heart, and said:
"You bastard, you will pay the price."
"I didn't hear you, say it louder."
"You will pay the price, you bastard."
"Haha, come on, I dare you to make me pay the price, and you will see what I will do with this whore of yours."
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The character and entity pics are down in the comments...