episode 3

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Loving someone is fine..

Knowing that the person you love actually hates you is painful.

Watching this person ruin your life mercilessly is torture.

It's so torturing that at one point you end up actually hating this person you once truly loved.

Isn't life twisted?

After my second meeting with Rayan under the rain .. Nothing changed except I got a bad cold.

Although I only had fever, I still feigned having more serious symptoms: like being light headed and being sick to the bones.

I was so skillful in pretending that my family was actually convinced with my acting, so my mother refused to send me to school.

Those were the best days of my life at that time.

I slept all day long.
I didn't have to see people I didn't want to see.. Nor to be looked at as someone that I really wasn't.

I wasn't bullied.

But the days of my happiness soon came to an end, I figured if I kept inventing more symptoms I would be sent to the hospital to have worst events happening with me than being ignored in school!

So after the weekend, I went back to class.. It seemed like if I was never absent in the first place.

I remember at the time, in the year of 2008, not many people had phones nor had many activities to have fun with, for the young people of my generation we only had tv to watch, and shitty jokes to throw on one another to push away the boredom.

I don't know whose idea was to having fun at me by using period as a subject, "pouring red liquid" on girls chairs as a prank was so stupidly popular that it even reached our class.
The girl who had this prank tested on her was of course me.

I remember going to the girls bathroom to fix my scarf during the school break one fateful school day, Since there wasn't anything I particularly enjoyed doing during this extra time I simply decided to join my seat at the class and spend the rest of the school break resting my head on my desk.

When I walked inside the class though, I was surprised to see few students gathering around my desk.. I made my way through them to see what was happening, it was then when I saw this famous red liquid above my chair, the person who poured it there was very generous with the quantity, the floor underneath my chair was wet too and painted in red, the liquid was still dripping from the chair and making bigger mess on the floor, as for my desk, someone wrote with chalk on it this sentence:

" the vehicle is leaking some fuel"

I was very tolerant for a very long time, but at that point of time .. The outstanding me from the past couldn't believe that this was actually happening to me, that I was humiliated. 

I couldn't breathe.. my choked small breaths were suffocating me, I felt so sad.. So mad, I was boiling in rage inside but all I did on the outside was to try not to cry.

girls were whispering:

_" that's cruel!" .. "That's not fair even to her".

_" what's going on!!" A voice suddenly roared at the front of the class.

All the students moved to the sides to clear the way for the Math teacher who barged in.

But before she got the chance to see what was going on, I immediately sat on my chair and covered the red spot on the floor with my foot, as for my desk.. I covered it with my bag.
then I remained silent .. Watching all the students gasping in astonishment.

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