Hiraeth-
I lay in my bed reading my new novel which was delivered earlier today, I sigh, longing for yet another fictional character. I mean when you have no real romance, books are your only way to feel loved. The good ol bad boy trope tickles my pickle, oh but when the guy is a straight-up jerk, that's where I draw the line.
daddy issues
I keep on telling myself, one more chapter, just one more, and before I know it, it's 2 am.
With a groan, I get up from my bed and turn off the lights.
Trying not to overthink about the first day of school, thankfully though it's my last year, but that doesn't make it less scary.
But like someone great once said, fake it till you make it, and that's exactly what I do.
You'd never know what's going on in my head just by my face, sometimes I wish people did but then again, who doesn't wanna be mysterious.
I focus on making scenarios rather than focusing on the fact that I have school tomorrow. Reading so many books has resulted in my standards being super fucking high, unfortunately for me, that just means I'll die a single virgin lady with cats and dogs.
Because the kind of love I dream about is only fictional.
After an hour of tossing and turning, I finally fall asleep.
After my beauty sleep of 4 hours, I get up at 6:00 am for school and get dressed. I'm not a morning person, I hate waking up early, It makes me feel sick.
Like literally, it makes me wanna puke.
I pick out a nice soft teeshirt and pair it with straight-cut jeans and sneakers.
I'm a fashion icon.
I also really like talking to myself.
Is it because I'm a loner? No
It's because I'm awesome and a loner.
Usually, people get upset in their last year of school because they'll be separated from their friends and whatnot, but me?
I feel ecstatic about leaving school, it was a shitty hellhole that only made my life worse.
I'm not like other girls *Peace sign*
Some things happened, thanks to my dad, which caused me to make sure I never get attached to any person.
Where's my dad, you ask?
That's a story for another day.
I leave my house at 7:00 and walk to school. It's beautiful walking in the morning, it feels peaceful. As beautiful as it is, it's also creepy, because there are hardly any people.
I could've just taken my car
I look at my reflection in the windows of supermarts and smile at myself
I'm not ugly but I'm not Gigi Hadid type beautiful either, my black hair comes till my chest, and my height stopped growing when I was 16 years old, meaning I'm stuck at 5'2 but it's okay, I'm curvy and a bit chubby, I weigh 65kgs but I honestly don't care, food makes me happy,
And hey! at least I'm not doing drugs.
I'm very self-confident because when all others do is put you down, you need to make sure to not do it to yourself.
My life at school is normal, I have friends, teachers like me and whatnot, because, well, I usually top my class.
I must
I'm either too zoned out or school is very boring because nothing interesting ever happens.
School ends at 1:30, so I leave the campus by 2 and start walking back to my home. Usually, around this time the streets are quiet but not this quiet, and it feels ominous, It creeps me out but I don't pay attention to it.
My house comes into my view but as soon as it does I hear someone grunting, I have a habit of staying away, as far away as possible from dangerous situations, if you haven't figured out yet, I'm a scaredy-cat,
BUT, for some stupid reason my feet involuntarily take me to the source of the voice, I walk there only to find a narrow street, kind of like an alley, and four guys standing there with another on the ground.
I'm gonna leave...quietly-
"AACHUUU" I sneeze as loud as humanly possible, getting all the attention that I intended to avoid.
"You're done, you're done"
I KNOW SHUT UP
My elegant sneeze captures the attention of the guys and what catches my attention is the scene.
A man lying in the middle of the alley, bleeding, he doesn't look dead, only injured and honestly, I couldn't care less but its the blood that is troubling me and maybe also the fact that Im scared shitless right now.
Men scare me, violent men? More so.
It looks like a fight gone wrong.
I freeze there and keep my sight fixed on the guy on the road. I can feel my body going numb and cold.
A man comes towards me, but I can't look at him.
He shakes me by my shoulders to get me back to my senses, I flinch, I step back and raise my head to meet his eyes. He is quite tall, around 6 or something, or maybe I'm just super short.
My head feels fuzzy and my hands are shaking as I look into the guys' eyes.
The man asks me something making me wince but I can't focus on his words, only on his voice.
He sounds cold, I wanna cry
"Are you deaf?" He yells this time, making me more scared.
Who shit in his cereal this morning?
I get back to my senses and shake my head saying no.
"Why the fuck were you so lost ?" he asks
I don't reply, just shrug, shaken up.
My eyes go back to the body on the ground and I can't control myself anymore.
"What are—" I cut him off as I turn my back to him, not able to look at the blood anymore.
Once I feel stable, "I'm sorry what were you saying," I ask him
"What did you see," he asks frustrated, walking and standing in front of me again
"What did I see? " I question, tilting my head, getting anxious as usual
"The man and us," he says pinching the bridge of his nose
"Oh I just saw him bleeding and you guys standing over him" I state truthfully
"So you saw it?" He questions
This guy sounds sus
But I just wanna go home
"saw what man! I honestly don't care if you guys had a fight or something ok?" I say getting frustrated, my fear fading by a bit.
I don't easily get frustrated though
"I was going to my house, I heard some sounds so I came here, and then I found you guys, him on the floor and you next to him" I state confidently feeling proud that I wasn't anxious for the first time, as he stares at me looking for answers. I sigh lightly.
He raises his hand and I flinch, so hard that I stagger back a bit. When there's no hit, I open my eyes only to find his hand in his hair, and his eyes, previously empty, now showed a hint of remorse.
Lord let me get home safely
Now, perfectly in my senses, I focus on his features, he has beautiful gray eyes but right now they look almost black, his nose is beautifully straight and his lips-
God what the heck
I should ask him which lip mask he uses
His hair is black and messy making him look even better, he has piercing in one of his ears and tattoos- oh my god, he's got an entire sleeve on his left hand and the tattoos end right above his collarbone.
Holy shit, he is Flawless.
Unfortunately enough though, his heart isn't.
"Well, I hope you're not lying because then it won't end well for you," he says in a low voice, I can't help it.
I snort, like a stupid pig.
His face remains stone-cold but I could see the amusement in his eyes, whereas his friends', I'm assuming they're his friends, looked surprised.
"Uh huh shore " I laugh, finally calm.
What's he gonna do? Sucker punch me? Loser.
"Are you sure you're mentally okay?" The guy questions again, his eyes narrowed at me
"I'm not sure" I say, pretending to think
I'm feeling destructive
"Goodbye," I smile and walk away, towards my house, which is just 4 houses away from the apparent crime scene.
Finally something interesting.