Yearning Alora. (UNDERGOING EDITING)

Part 5

[ ALORA'S POV ]

I still don't get why I was crying in lunch break. I just wanted to let it out and I did it. No body would even notice me. Hell, even though they would, they'll probably ignore or laugh at me.

But Zelan right? that's what his name is. He was different.

He doesn't know me nor do I. But I really appreciate the way he came to my table and asked if something was wrong. I actually kind of like him. I want to be their friend, but I'm afraid of getting replaced.

I had many friends in the past, but all of them, betrayed, bullied, took advantage of me.

I need to stop letting fear controlling my life. Zelan seems like a nice guy though, we could be friends.

Yes, I can do this. I'm tired of being lonely. I want someone to vent to in real life rather than the internet. I sometimes talk to listeners in 7cups.

I will ask him tomorrow if we could be friends. But would it be awkward?

What if I embarrass myself? What if he doesn't want to be a friend of mine? What if I creep him out? What if he laughs at me? what if he thinks that I'm a freak or something? What if I stammer? what if... URGH.

I need to stop overthinking. Everything will be alright. If he doesn't want to be friends, I won't cry my ass out. Yes, I can do this. I'll be asking him tomorrow at school in the lunch break.

"Alora! Come down here!" Mom calls me.

I'm really glad that she didn't ask any more questions with what happened this morning.

I just reached home one minute ago and now mom's calling me. I haven't changed my clothes yet.

Wish my parents would treat me like their daughter rather than their servant. Sighing, I changed my clothes soon and went down to meet her.

"What took you so long? Were you texting your boyfriend?" she snapped at me.

"Sorry mom, I j-just came from school and I had to c-change my clothes. And n-no, what you are assuming i-isn't t-true." I said in a small voice.

I felt like crying, why couldn't my parents trust me? am I not trust-worthy?

"Yea sure I'll believe your ugly ass." She said in a mocking voice.

I stood there silent. I don't know what to say or do. I wish Delilah was here, I wish she was here to comfort me but part of me doesn't want her to be involved in this mess again. She has gone through enough. All I want her to be is away from this household. I don't care about myself anymore. I know I can go through this.

"Come and wash these dishes and then go to sleep." Mom again snapped at me. I flinched when her shoulder pushed mine.

Fuck, I thought she was going to hit me. She went to bed, and again I was alone in a kitchen where there was light but all I could see was darkness, I felt really cold too.

I went to my room and put on Delilah's sweatshirt which makes me feel like she's here with me. I miss her so bad. I hope everything is going well in her medical school. I smiled at the thought of her achieving her dreams happily with her best friend Collette by her side.

I went to the kitchen and started doing the dishes. It was 11:48pm now, I'm really tired. My body hurts so bad.

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I don't know when I feel asleep but I assume it was 1am in the morning. My body screamed pain. I got up and took a shower.