amarianita

I'm in my old room, my sister is trying to come in, but I locked myself in, to stay in peace.
I'm writing in my old journal, something like ''I want to run away''.
Then I stop writing as some ladybugs come in from the window.
After few seconds my bed is totally red. I think it is a signal for me to go and I prepare.
The radio is on and I'm listening some news. They say there is an invasion of ladybugs, and everyone feels compelled to leave.
I think I'm not going to do what everyone is doing, so I decide to stay, but the ladybugs get angry at me and start to jump on me.
I like ladybugs, but after a while I look at whatever insect I start to feel first repulsion, then panic.
In fact I start to panic and I try driving them away with my hands.
I'm not able and and when I look at my mirror, I don't see any insect on me, just my face and my body covered in blood and a paper knife in my hand.
I wear just a short white t-shirt, but it is totally tore up and stained of blood.
I'm scared my parents can see me like that and so i change my mind and decide to leave like everybody else.
I look at the mirror again and I wear that white shirt, but cleaned, not anymore stained of blood.
I feel relieved, but then mirror shows me someone is looking at me from the windowsill and I wake up frightened.