Love Torment (Old Version)

Nine

"What a rebel I was..."

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Psuedo moments in life used to mask the daily pain of the burden of darkness that lurks within. I had no idea why I was the way I was. I was egging on the idea that I probably had depression caused by my suppression of emotions from my childhood traumas. When my uncle took me in we legit just moved on from whatever happened and lived on. I just needed to talk to someone about it. I needed to understand why I always felt sad in my happiest moments.

That was the story was going to tell my aunt if she ever found out I threw a pool party at her house. I was just a sad teen with a dark past lashing out...

Who could honestly blame a child for that?

The scenery outside was simple. People dressed for the occasion were scattered around the obnoxiously big pool having a good time. The options for entertainment were clear. A few squeals and giggles could be heard for a few girls in the pool accompanied by guys. People were laughing while holding a cup of the beverage of their choice. Some were enjoying the food options while lounging on the many outside pieces of furniture scattered throughout the backyard and the rest was dancing to the upbeat music choices.

It was a success in my eyes.

Before people jumped to conclusions...

No, I was NOT technically breaking any rules. The doors leading to any possible entrance to the house were locked. If one needed the use of a toilet, they could use the one in the guest house. The same went for other activities they wished to partake in. My friend, Jess, made sure I only invited exclusively. It worked in my favour in the end.

I was with the girls. My group of friends that I leeched myself onto in an attempt to appear normal. Had I established a sort of emotional bond with any of them? No. That didn't mean I didn't have with them. Nobody could take that away from us!

We were dancing carelessly to the music as we sang along to the lyrics. We were in an insanely good mood that we would simply catch a gaze at each other and fall into laughter.

The key thing about dancing that people did not realise that it was all in your confidence. Lose yourself in the music. Dance as if nobody was watching.

"Dude, there's this really cute dude staring at you." Michaella, one of my friends, told me as she gave me a nudge.

Well, I guess someone was watching.

She got the attention of Jess who turned back to catch sight of the scene in the least discrete way possible. She turned back to me and gave me a little squeal.

"Word. It's Siege, captain of the hockey team. We went out with his team the other day." She informed me with a huge suggestive smile on her face.

I gave her a gaze of confusion.

WHO, WAS THERE?

Jess was in charge of the invites but I had no idea she was going to go around playing matchmaker. I could feel all my confidence DRAINING away at that very moment,

"Didn't need to narrate that, I was there. Sometimes you guys talk as if we need to inform the audience about shit." I said as I turned myself around to see if the ladies weren't just pulling my leg.

Meeting Siege was a memorable moment. I recall light brown curls. A mess on his head. Green eyes that contained a story he would never share. He was not just cute. He was one of those people who weren't meant to be that good-looking. He didn't give a shit. He didn't date anyone. He didn't talk at all, to anyone besides his team and two friends. I knew all of that because I was NOT low-key stalking him. He was just a waste of good looks.