At exactly 2:59 PM, I stood outside the art room.
My heart was beating fast.
Not because I was scared.
But because this felt too unreal.
"Who even sends secret messages like this?" I whispered.
"I should charge them rent for living in my head."
I pushed the door slowly.
Creeeek.
The room was empty.
No students.
No teacher.
Just paint smell, broken brushes, and old drawings on the walls.
"Hello?" I said.
No answer.
I stepped inside and closed the door.
Suddenly, I noticed the blackboard.
Something was drawn on it.
At first, it looked simple.
Just a small boy.
Standing near a bus stop.
Holding a torn school bag.
I froze.
My smile disappeared.
That drawing…
That was me.
Not now.
Not in high school.
That was me in 5th grade.
I slowly walked closer.
The bus stop had a number written on it.
17.
My breath stopped.
Only I knew this.
That was the bus I used to take.
Every day.
When I was a kid.
Nobody from my current school knew this.
Not my friends.
Not even my teachers.
I laughed nervously.
"Okay… now this is creepy," I said to the empty room.
Then I noticed something written under the drawing:
"You waited there every day… even when no one came."
My hands started shaking.
That day…
I remembered it clearly.
I was waiting for someone.
Someone who never showed up.
I never told anyone about it.
Not once.
Suddenly—
Buzz.
My phone vibrated.
I didn't want to look.
But I did.
Unknown Number:
This memory belongs only to you.
I whispered,
"Who are you?"
Another message came instantly.
Unknown Number:
Someone who noticed you… when no one else did.
I looked around the room again.
Behind the curtains.
Under the tables.
Nothing.
I laughed again, louder this time.
"Wow. I'm talking to walls now. Great progress."
Then one final message appeared:
Unknown Number:
Tomorrow, you will remember something you tried to forget.
Be ready.
The screen went dark.
I stood there for a long time.
Then I grabbed my bag and rushed out of the room.
As I walked home, only one thought stayed in my mind:
This is not a prank.
And whoever this is… knows me better than I know myself.
And for the first time ever…
My boring life felt dangerously interesting.