34. The Score

That man’s face lingered in my head for days. I tried forgetting about it, but I just can’t seem to erase his face from my memory. It was really bothering the hell out of me. But it was like his face was painted in my head. Whenever I think about it, it gives me goosebumps.

I can’t let it distract me, not when I am currently taking my chapter exam. However, no matter how much I tried to concentrate on the test, my head kept coming back to that red-eyed man. Something’s really wrong. I can’t just be imagining it. Or was I crazy? Is academics making me crazy?

For the nth time, I sighed and tried to go back to the test.

I managed to finish the exam but when I left the classroom, I felt like there was something wrong. I couldn't point out what, but I have a feeling I did something wrong.

But instead of dwelling on the present matter, I went straight to the dorm to sleep. I ended up cramming a little last night because I was preoccupied with the thoughts about that man. I have so many unans