Quillion's P.O.V
I watched her as she ran towards the building gate, her back to me but there was some silliness in her anxiousness. I don't understand the connection we share, yet but she is a good person, I can tell. I have been watching her silence and her hurt-filled eyes building a wall for the past week. She needed this ride, like I do usually when I have too much in my head.
The other reason I helped her is because of my mom. Let me explain.
This tuesday, I decided to watch a movie, of course during the evening. Clumsy me happened to fall asleep mid movie and I dreamt of her. At first, I was overwhelmed, I hadn't dreamt of her in a few years which is a long time. I barely remember the dream but her words still echo in my ears, after all I woke up in unexpected tears. Didn't have to mention that, ugh, embarrassment to another level.
Standing in the midst of my old room, the room where I spent most of my childhood, I looked around when suddenly, my eyes find my mother. She is right there standing, looking at me with those eyes, the eyes that are about to say goodbye.
"Don't forget, Quillion. You promised," said my mom as she walked away, into a white room. She was wearing the same outfit from the day she died, I remember it too clearly. It was the last I saw her.
"Promised what mom?" I screamed as I tried to get closer to her before this dream would end.
"Protect her, darling. Don't ever make her cry. Always try to understand her. Make sure you always remind her of her worth. Darling, she needs to know she is good enough," my mom's trembling voice echoed as tears ran down her smiling face, her eyes carried love, trust, and concerned .
"Who mom? Who am I supposed to protect?" I ask as desperation kicks in and I stutter with my words.
"You will know, darling. I love you, my baby boy. Always," with those last words, my mother's smiling face vanished before my eyes.
"MOM!!" I fell to the ground, anger threatening to tear loose because I didn't get a chance to hold her, one last time, AGAIN. She was gone.
I woke up to tears trickling down my face; rubbing them away, I get myself dressed for school. I hate tears, the last time they were there was when I realised that my mother was gone for good. Leaving the house, on an empty stomach, my mother's words rang at the back of my head. With anger still lingering in my head, I wondered who my mother could have been referring to. I walked to school today, I needed to cool off some steam before I hurt any innocent bystanders.
Entering the class, my eyes fell on Anah but her eyes were out of sight, again. The girl that had helped me in the corridor that day was lost somewhere. Betrayal is definitely an experience in life that is much needed for one to grow but when it comes from a close friend. It becomes deafening and it was frustrating. Might be the anger talking but she needs to get over it already, she is lucky she found out now before it got worse.
'Wait, could my mother have been talking about you,' I tell myself as I hold my gaze on Anah who was there, but then wasn't. With this thought, my anger vanished into nothingness, with my head at work I tried thinking of a way to help her out of her misery.
And well that's how it all played out. I decided to help her, in fact, I owed her for my first day here. It was about time, she had been stuck in her dark bubble for far too long, it was time for her to snap out of it.
And so I took her for the ride. This young lady just needed a push because from the little I had seen of her, she is a strong one. I have a good idea of what people are capable of and their hidden potential they themselves might not be aware of.
Today, watching her back as she ran inside, there was a good feeling stirring inside of me. Having her back to herself, somehow, I was happier than I would have expected myself to be. I mean, I barely know her but -
'Might be just my mother's words and the dream messing with me, I mean I barely know the girl, why would I care if she was happy, sad, hurt, overjoyed or broken,' questioning myself rather than putting down the obvious.
'Right, she has nothing to do with me and I cannot get too involved with anyone here. I have less than a year to spend in this school anyways,' I say, more to convince myself than stating facts, I know. Some truths are better not said because then they become 'Real' and I can't afford 'Real' right now.
I park my bike, locking it up properly before running to class. I mean, since I am already here, might as well attend the damn class.
No, she isn't not having an influence on me, hell no.
I mean I would be wasting petrol at this point if they were to call dad regarding the skipping which would result in me driving back and forth. No, I am not making excusing for anything, just stating facts, right. I enter class right about when the bell rings, Safe!
My eyes fall on the girl sitting next to me and I see a smiling face with the same sparkling eyes I saw when I first laid eyes on this naïve lady. Except her eyes had a hidden silliness only the beholder would notice if one was looking, which I am... and -
I feel relief? Surprisingly, I feel glad she is back, better and stronger.
I will figure myself out later, but for now I am going to be happy for a friend and attend some boring classes.