I closed the diary, I had completed reading every day, living every bit of moment and as I throwed myself back in the chair I felt the pain of hers. I never knew, who she was but now I do. But, I wonder, do I even know,
WHO I AM? What is it that I want for myself. I discovered that I was wet again, its happening way too much these days. Maybe I want to have sex, but why? If I had it once, I'll be like drug to me too, I learned that much. It's not worth giving time...I forced myself to think that way and got back to peace; sleep. But her words that, "I brought you" KEPT STRIKING MY HEAD.
Buzzzzzzzzz made me stood up...in the middle of night. An unknown number..... hun...not a big deal...I instead of picking it up, I swiped up red one. A sec later, it ranged again....this time I pressed the green...one..
"hello, why did you cut my call, I don't know why but I seriously missed you, no; I missed that body, please.... comeover" the caller said. I was stunned, what the hell was he speaking. Who was he? Then I got to remember his voice, the same fuck boy....
"hmmm...but I'm sorry? I cannot accompany you in satisfying your desires...go to a strip club". But, I could feel my insides wet, and my heart told me to tell him to meet you. I put off the call...and went back sleeping, as if.
I couldn't make my mind to rest, so started surfing online...and my friends asked me to join me to a party in the nearby club. From friends I mean, virtually. I said yes, may be cause it'll help me to get more socialize. I got into my favorite, pair of jeans? Who the hell wears jeans to a party. " I wouldn't have", this voice banged from behind my brain. 'Mother' I turned back, but she wasn't there, maybe I'm hearing things. " If I was in your place, I would wore a nice body hugging dress to grab the spotlight". This time I let it in but completely ignored it. Got into a boyfriend jeans a matching crop top and shoes, perfect. I barged out of the room and went to mother's. She was sleeping soundly in the whites, beautiful as ever. Turned back and out, before going, I turned back and said, It's my STORY; not yours.