Waxing Crescent (Completed)

Dark Side

VEE VIVIS

I experienced a loss in concentration, light headedness and difficulty of breathing as I was trying to figure out which was more painful, the punch from James that must have broken my nose, or the sight of his friend sitting inside the car who clearly witnessed everything that happened? The look on Mark's face was unreadable. He just sat there and stared blankly at me until the car drove away. Did he saw Ploy and me kissing?

My heart is suffering but I can't bring myself to care anymore. I made a mistake trusting him. I was foolish to think he was an innocent kid. I regret that I chose my budding feelings for him over my true intention of making him and that guy Pon pay for what they did.

Everything was a blur since I left Mark's place early that morning. I remembered being extremely furious seeing Seera's ex-boyfriend kissing and hugging him, while his upper body was still naked. I came early to pick him up for our date and was greeted instead by a fascinating scenario. I lost my sanity along with my affection for that kid. Mark lied to me about not knowing Pon. I would stop expecting loyalty from a person who can't even give me honesty.

I was not myself when I left him and that guy slumped on the floor after hitting them. My vision was all in hazed and I don't know what may have happened to me if Ploy and her boy "friend" didn't find me in front of the elevator, looking all stupefied with ugly tears silently falling down my distorted face. They helped me get out of the building and volunteered to take me home.

It has been a while since I last talked with Ploy. And the talk in my house was one of the most honest and gratifying one we had since knowing each other for almost three years. We told each other what has been going on with our lives after we started drifting apart the past few days. She explained how she met Ton and how he made her feel so special that she wasn't able to stop herself from falling. She felt guilty about me too and was also planning to have a conversation with me like this. I told her about Mark and our oh-so-intricate relationship. She cried on my behalf while I smiled for her happiness. Ploy and I got the closure we both deserved. The gentle peck on the lips she gave me was supposedly our final goodbye to our feigned relationship before starting a more genuine one as friends. 

I lay down here on my bed staring blankly at my ceiling thinking about everything that had happened today. Thinking about Mark. My parents and my older brother tried everything to make me talk. But I excused myself to my room right after mom had treated my face pretending to have a headache. I don't want to talk about all of it anymore. I had enough hurting for one day. All I wanted is a good night sleep, dreamless and free of Mark's face. Sleep for me isn't just sleep anymore, it's an escape. Though my eyelids are heavy from exhaustion, my thoughts are heavier.

I gave up trying to sleep and started pulling out my phone from my jeans' back pocket. It was turned off since this morning after Mark's successive calls annoyed me. My phone started to vibrate continuously right after I switched it on. I saw Mark's messages and immediately deleted these messages without even trying to open one of them. It was a good start for me as I already decided to ignore that kid from now on. I scrolled down on my fb wall to try to distract myself when I stumbled on this one post from Win. It was a picture of a newly stitched laceration in someone's shoulder blade. The angle was only showing a part of the owner's right ear and some hair. I felt my hands trembling as I began scrolling for the caption and the comments.

Win Win

1h

"My friend is sad, hurt, angry, mad and disappointed. But you know what? He'll move on and try to smile again. It will hurt him, but he will survive. We will always be on his side."

**James :  He will! Soon enough. That donkey is not hard to forget.

** Yiwah : Oh my God! Is that nong Mark? What happened?