Today was tiring.

School was quite boring, but truth be told - not more than usually. And yet I was still barely staying awake. I had the dream about the weird white-haired teen again. They just sat in silence, looking at me with those blind eyes. This time, I felt way more awake looking at them - it felt like I was looking at them for the first time.

Their youth seemed timeless in a way. Like a greek statue, deadly pale and covered in marbel marks. Except they were not a statue and not made of stone - their skin was marred with scars, faint red lines looking almost like a floral pattern. I have never seen something like that before. The moment I tried to look into their eyes however - that’s when my time sleeping was done.

When I tried to catch their stare, as much as one can when the other is blind, they appeared in front of me suddenly - I saw their eyes, bright and colorful, before they got blinded. For a second, they looked so alive. Something was shifting behind them, like their irises were smoke. They opened their mouth, to speak, or maybe to scream - and I woke up.

Since M is still not back (and I'm slightly mad he doesn’t have his phone on him) one of his teachers caught me in the hall to ask about him. I don’t like lying and I can’t exactly say that he’s not home and we don’t know where he went. So I just stare and shrug at right moments, averting my gaze every so often.

I know Mom would be even more pissed if somebody at school found out just how bad she is at keeping M in his place. I wouldn’t want to be in his position. Then again - I would never disappear like that and besides… I don’t think he’s afraid of consequences at this point.