I stand alone

Four.

I robotically went up the stairs, dumped myself on my bed again, covered myself with blankets, and allowed my eyes to close, I couldn't even recall how I did all those the next day.

But I definitely woke up the next day feeling numb and I wasn't sure if I could describe myself as a living being, I felt no hunger nor tiredness or anything at all, I just felt nothing, nothing at all. Swinging my legs over the bed, the soles of my feet touched the cold floor of my room and robotically, I went to the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror there looking at the reflection of someone I couldn't recognize as me. The reflection was of a person with long hair reaching his shoulders, brown highlights at the ends, eyes red and baggy, dark circles really eminent, hollowed-in cheeks,s and probably less lively than a robot.

I thought of probably changing my name from Lumino to Lumibot, the idea would have seemed hilarious and silly at a certain point in my life but now, it seemed right and it failed to bring the chuckle it was supposed to bring out of me whenever I felt something to be silly and hilarious. I took a brush, squeezed some toothpaste on it, and placed it into my mouth without checking whether the brush was mine or even safe to use. My hands sloppily and slowly moved about the brush in my mouth trying to clean my teeth and tongue. It was after I was done and decided to search for a mouthwash did I notice my phone lying somewhere in the cupboard. I had left it there a couple of days ago when I placed it there so I could pick up a box and had all but forgotten about it. It was not surprising in the least, I barely touched my phone, all those I could call were far from me since my sister, Laud and I were schooled in a boarding school in another pack in a faraway place, so all my friends were all packed there. And when we came back, we didn't really interact with the pack members so it was hard to say I had a single friend here and besides who uses a phone when you have a pack link, the effortless measure of telepathy.

I took the phone, pressed the power button,n and noticed the battery sign red with only two percent of power remaining and more missed video calls than I can count from my one and only friend, Frank. He must have gotten frustrated when he couldn't reach me through my laptop and so tried my phone. I only communicated with Frank via video calls on my laptop, he knew that I hardly touched my phone so he never bothered to try reaching out to me via my phone.

I stepped out of the bathroom, suddenly forgetting why I even came out in the first place. I looked around frantically searching for something I had already forgotten. I took a step and the golden lights of memory recollection switched on and I recalled, I came out to charge my phone.

I took slow steps to where my phone's charger had been left unplugged from the socket and put the phone on charge. I stood up and went over to my window, looking out at the wide expanse of evergreens, almost too green that it seemed fake. It seemed rather weird, I had never noticed the forest around my house being that green but then again, my life had suddenly gotten a boon for sudden changes, like fate playing with my life without asking for damn permission.

I shook my head frantically and took in a deep breath, no, it wasn't time for me to visit the past. I had no energy for it. I tried putting a smile on my face but the stiffness of my face prevented it, on the surface my face was perfectly neutral, void of any emotions but mentally I was all smiles as I grasped a good old memory.

It was a Tuesday afternoon, and Tuesdays were officially me-days, so I was sprawled across my bed humming an unknown tune I happened to hear when I was coming back home from a weird adventure I had. I was waiting for Laud to come home, it was the beginning of summer, and Laud was still yet to come from wherever she went with her friends for three whole months. And there was a reason why I was still patiently waiting for her, apparently, her mate thought it right to cheat on her since he thought he was being left out. The mere thought of it made me angrier than the word angry itself. I had wanted her to call me when it happened but no it was Ridge, her bestie who rather told me.