"Are you alright?" A voice asked me as I woke up. And the first thing I saw was a coffee mug in front of me. "Here I made you some coffee" he said passing me the mug. "Yeah I'm fine I just thought I saw someone I knew." I said while looking up; and paused, "so it wasn't a mistake, it is you" intense silence filled the room, until I took a sip of coffee to break it. "Well," I said in a low voice "you still remember how I like my coffee. Quite astounding" I took another sip and waited. Annoyed by the silence, I finally banged the coffee mug on the table and spoke "OK! What the hell are you doing here" I said not showing much interest. He said lowly "I came here to study." "Well, it seems as if you have landed at the wrong place. Cause my room isn't a school." "Well. Actually I came at Midtown-High. And..... I'm kinda your new roommate." I nearly chocked at my coffee to that. "What!" I exclaimed. I got down my bed and in a relatively fierce voice, said "so, it's just that easy for you huh. Leave me six years ago and then show up now, at the middle of no time, and make some coffee. That would fix everything right." "Hey, I know I left you alright, and I'm sorry for it." He said, trying to calm me down. But I doubt that it had any effect. "It must have been tough for you." "Tough. Humph, oh no, it's not tough. Ya know, what's tough, is being left alone when you need someone the most. What is tough, is being left alone by the only person who understands you! And what's even tougher, is knowing that he left you for a reason, but not knowing it, and drowning in middle of a river, in a whorl pool and hoping someone would come and save you! But no one does, and you drown, with all your hopes sunken in the river bed!" a lightning crackle followed after it. And with that being said I picked up my coat and left the room, banging the door behind me.
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It got too intense inside so I had to come out, or half because if I stayed there a second longer someone might have gotten hurt. I thought heading out would help me relax, but it was more or less the same, still at least I wasn't yelling at any one. It was still a storm outside, wind rushing, bending the trees, back and forth, the clouds, grey black, which would crackle with thundering, time to time, it wasn't raining, but it was enough to keep most of the people off street. 'But it isn't as stormy as my life', I thought as I sat at my spot at café Centro; the café I usually come to. I had my regular, to calm myself up and just take a break. Whenever I'm angry, or just need a break from everything I come here, order a cup of nice cold coffee and relax, and think about everything, it helps me rewind. It's not like Leo is just some random old friend, who is coincidentally now my roomie. He and I, we used to be best friends. Until, well, ten years ago, I used to be completely different from what I'm now; in fact the exact opposite of what I'm now. I used to be well organized, well knowledged, trying to be gentleman and all. During my 7th grade I had to transfer. So, the next day I took my bag and set off to my new school. I hasn't been great with people since I was a kid. It hasn't ever been easy for me to make friends; sure people knew me and came to me for help, but friends? I don't think I could call them that. During the first day at my new school; while I was putting books at my locker I ran into a bully, and spilled some water over him. And as anyone could guess, Ya he got raged and started spreading his spit over my face. I tried to handle things by talk, that it was an accident, but well, it didn't help much. He started punching me. I didn't hold back either, I did manage to give him two blows, but he had backup. They pined me at the lockers and he started punching me. After that, I was there left alone by the lockers barely able to stand. And while all this was happening everyone just stood there like taxidermy dolls. Only one person came ahead; Leo, he kneeled down before me and said "are you alright", while offered me a handkerchief, his voice was so friendly that I had to look up. And we had been friends since then. Until, six years ago, four years after that. It was my birthday, and to be honest I had never looked forward to it but since I met Leo, I actually looked forward to it. We always celebrated it together we gave each other gifts too but it was us together that really mattered. That birthday I went to school, but he wasn't there, so I assumed that he just might be sick. Later I went home and ringed him but he didn't answer I kept dialing again and again but no one answered. I kept patient and thought I'd meet him the other day. But, the next day he still wasn't there, and days went by, and I waited and waited and waited. But he didn't come. Next day I went to his house only to get thrown into dump. When I got there, I found that the house was empty, and on sail I asked to people passing by, and they filled me with 'the family left a week ago' and that they weren't returning. I was thunder struck, all those felling that I left behind came back to me. I felt discarded, tattered and alone. I felt despair. Not because he wasn't there, but because he left without telling me. Leaving me in the middle of a cross road without a map. And slowly the despair turned into bitterness and bitterness into hatred.