I Pick You

Chapter 12: Arian and Aera

I kept hearing voices in my head. It's not something to be terrified of, but something to understand why they're doing this to me? They're all telling me to stay away from one guy--and it's the guy I love, but does not love me back. Is this an evidential warning that he'll just hurt me? Physically or logically? Doesn't matter. I'd rather get hurt physically than logically, because I'm not a strong woman to handle that.

"Are you all right, Grazz?" Father asked, going through the daily newspaper.

"Yeah. I'm fine. I'll just rest."

I went upstairs, trying to shake the voices off of of mind. But it just can't. It was like I'm going psychopathically crazy, but I'm not. I'm not crazy, I'm just full of paranoia. It's unusually irritating, but I knew this would probably take a month or a week.

I wanted to just nap. Just doze of to Neverland for about an hour. Even if I do so, I would dream of someone telling me to get away from him. Whatever I do, the voice is still there. Saying the same fucking thing over and over again.

"Grazz. Don't be afraid."

She was back. That woman-my Mother.

"I am not fucking afraid! Just let me go and stop bothering me! If you're coming back for me, then just let it go, for my sake, Mother!"

"I don't want to bother you, Grazz. All I'm doing is warning you-if you don't believe me, then don't. But don't run to me if you need help away from him."

I turned my back against her. Sighing and leaving her sight. My eyes started to awake from the dream. My body stood up, going downstairs to get a cold glass of water. To refreshen and wake me up more.

"Grazz, we're visiting Aera today. Get dressed."

"Now? I need time to just-"

"All right. I wouldn't force you if you don't want to. Just rest and sleep." He patted my back and got his coat, wearing it with one hand.

"No! I'll just come." I sighed, heavily dragging my foot upstairs, to get dressed. I wanted to be presentable. Knowing Aera, I have to be presentable.

I wore a silk, lace dress, straightening my hair. My black pumps stood next to my vanity, and I grabbed it. My first try, trying to get it one didn't work. I tripped, making my ankle twist, causing me to fall to the wooden floor. A loud groan escaped my lips. My bottom hits the ground, faster than my foot.

"Dammit!" I cursed and tried to stand up, holding the corner of my bed.

Suddenly, my phone went ringing. I couldn't answer it at first. It was at my nightstand, meanwhile I was at the ground, with a twisted ankle, trying to get up.

Though, I managed to stand up again. I carefully stepped slowly, checking if my ankles are now all right. They were, so I continued walking to my nightstand.

Coussy Aera 🌸

«Accept» «Decline»

I accepted her call. Answering it.

"Hey, Cous!" I greeted, like nothing happened to my painful ankles.

"Hey. I just wanted you to know, that you will be meeting my boyfriend later. I am super, uber, excited to make you two meet each other." She sighed in joy, hearing the excitement mixed in her tone of voice.

"Aw. I'm glad you have a boyfriend. And I'm glad I will be having the pleasure of meeting him. Catch you later. Muah."

I ended the call. Lucky her, she has a boyfriend, now. Well I had one. Now, that doesn't matter. He's the one who left me. I could've learned to love him, but he didn't take that chance. He must pay the consequences.