The Cursed

The Cursed - Chapter Five

chapter five

i finally for home pass midnight. i didn't want to see my father and her woman still having s*x on the couch. in fact, i don't want to see them at all.

the house was quiet when i arrived and my father's car was missing. he probably went out and took her woman home.

i sighed and went to the kitchen to drink some milk.

to my dissapointmeant, there's nothing left on the fridge.

I sat on the side couch in the living room and decided to turn on the television. i stared blankly at a cartoon show for a moment but then decided to change it to another chanel.

my eyes focused on a face. it was andrew. at first, my eyes widened in confusion but then i remembered that the boy is rich and famous. according to the news, his father is planning on turning over their company to andrew when he turns 18. well, i bet that'll be soon.

'i'm excited. i can't wait to run the company,' andrew said to the reporter.

oh how i admire his life. his father loves him, he was a family, he's rich, he had lots of friends and most of all, he's happy with his life. he's contented.

that's right. that's what i need, contentment. i have no peace of mind and contentment within me that's why i'm a loner. oh whatever, like it matters.

i grabbed the remote and turned off the tv. just then i realized, i hate andrew. i hate him because he has the life i have always dreamed of. i hate him because now, when i see him, he will keep reminding me of my miserable life. he'll keep reminding me of my curse. i hate him because he's going to be the proof that the life i thought was a fairytale and could never exist can truly happen to one person. i hate that. i hate that the world is not suffering with me. why am i the only one suffering? what have i done? i thought one for all, all for one?

i know it was wrong to blame someone who didn't do anything. i know the real one who should be blamed was only me but what can i say? i'm growing tired of it. for once, i want the world to take the blame.

Erica because of you that... Erica because you did that... Erica it's your fault that.. yadda yadda. I'm growing tired of this redundant cycle.

now i truly understand that it was wrong to become friends with andrew. it was wrong to let someone climb and see through my wall. i must keep my walls up. because if i don't, i'll commit the same mistake again. i'll endager someone's life again. But it's not my fault. It's the world's fault. it's His fault that he let me live in this cruel world. it's His fault that he created me. oh, i'm such a waste.

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-the next morning-

i locked the door when i suddenly a car honked its horn. i turn around and saw andrew in his car.

i just stared at him blankly, reminding myself to put up my wall.

'common! i'll give you a ride to school,' he offered and smiled.

i shook my head and started walking towards school.

'oh common erica! i thought we were already friends!' he shouted.

i ignored him and continued walking.

i was almost glad when the purr of his car disappeared because that could only mean that he already went away. but my relief shattered when i saw him caught up with me on the sidewalk.

i glared at him.

'whoa! chillax there!' he said, still in a good mood.

'what are you doing?' i hissed. i stared at his eyes. damn him and his life! i hate him. he reminds me of my freaking useless and cursed life.

'since you don't want to ride with me today then i'm going to walk with you,' he answered, totally oblivious to my glares.

'look, i take back what i said yesterday. i don't want to be your friend. leave me alone. i don't want some stinking rich boy tailing me everywhere. you're annoying the hell out of me. go find someone else to bother,' i said.

and besides......

'what did i do now?' he asked, truly hurt.

my blood boiled. what did he do? he exists! he freaking exists!

i stopped walking in front of him and faced him. 'you're asking me what you did wrong? well, let me tell you mr. hale. you freaking exist! okay? get it? i loathe you because you're messing up my life! so stay the hell away from me!'

he stood there stunned. 'you hate me because of my existence?' he asked, whispering.

i crossed my arms. 'wasn't i clear enough?' i asked back.

he shook his head. 'no. i think you were clear enough. fine, i'll leave you alone from now on. if you don't want me around you, then you could have said it from the beginning. no need to blame ME for ruining your life because i exist! well sorry if i exist. i can't help it, God created me,' he retorted

'well i think i have made it clear enough from the very beginning that i don't want you in my life but it seems that you're to stupid that you didn't understand!'

i think he was about to say something but held it back. then a pained look crossed his face. 'whatever,' he muttered and turned back around to ride his car to school.

....i know you don't want a friend who's a freak.

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