Damon

[one]

chapter one

Being a third wheel is not really fun when your so-called friends are so into each other that they forgot you were even with them.

I sigh as I reach for my book inside my bag and started to look for a comfortable place that I'd be happy to be alone with.

First thing's first.

I'm a realist.

Just kidding, I'm way beyond that. Like, waaaaaaaaay beyond that.

And finally, I have found a comfortable place. Now, all I need to do is sit down and engulf myself in this book.

**

I didn't realize I fell asleep as I woke up when I felt a buzzing on my back part. Wait, buzzing? Oh, that must be my phone.

So I went and reached for my phone in my pocket and found a text message from my friends, saying that they left without me because I was nowhere to be found. Wait a minute. . .

I looked around my surroundings and finally noticed that it was dark and a little eerie. I checked the time on my phone and saw that it was already 9:30 in the evening. I read the text message again and cursed at my friends for leaving me.

"Wow, so much for being friends." I murmured to no one in particular.

I packed my book and stuffed my phone back in my pocket and dusted my pants as I stood up, feeling ridiculous because my friends left me.

Walking alone at a time like this is not that creepy. Well, it's creepy, but I like the feeling. Just so you know, I like being alone. And I've lived my life being alone for 11 years. I have my relatives, yes, but they live far from here.

But I do have my aunt- Aunt Savvy, my mother's older sister. She's like a mother to me and sometimes, we go out for some time when she's not busy.

It's actually nice. It's better than having annoying friends who are so into each other that they forgot you were even with them. Okay, hashtag hugot. But that's okay, I can handle, no biggie.

I'm not a jobless girl because I work part-time at a coffee shop my Aunt owns. The pay is fine, it's enough for me to keep going.

"Ugh. Kainis! Mga gago kasi." I groaned, to no one in particular.

And so here I am, walking 20 miles from home where my "friends" ditched me.

As I walked through the dark road, I felt something. I felt like I was being watched intensely. I looked back to the road I took and saw no one. I shrugged. Baka guni-guni ko lang iyon.

Suddenly, I felt cold. Kinuha ko phone ko and checked the temperature of my surrounding. It was only 23°c here. It's actually enough to wear shorts, I think? But nonetheless, I wore a hoodie because I like hoodies. I mean, who doesn't? Right?

So I walked and walked, still cursing my "awesome" and "thoughtful" friends for leaving me. I was still creeped out because the 'being watched' feeling is still there.

I finally reached my home- which is what my parents left me years ago- So I searched my bag for the keys and popped it in the keyhole and turned it.

Creaaaaaak.

Yes, I know. It's a little bit old. But don't blame me, though. This is the only thing that reminds me of my parents.

I went inside and threw my shoes on God knows where. I just threw them then straightly head to my kitchen because that's where the fun part is.

Cooking and food. Yippie!

As I entered my kitchen, I still didn't fail to notice the feeling that I'm still being watched. Even inside my own home. So I paused my cooking and looked around me.

There's still no one here.

Was I dreaming? Or was I being followed?

I continued cooking my delicious supper and went straight to the living room. I quickly switched on my TV and changed the channel to what I like.

Minutes passed, I finished eating and started to feel drowsy. But I couldn't fall asleep yet, so I went upstairs- to my room- to prepare my clothes and went to the bathroom to shower.

I sighed, indulging the feeling of wetness enter my body.

After about twenty minutes or so, I quickly stepped out of the shower and wrapped my towel around me then went straight to my room.

I put on my clothes and finally lie down.

I never realized how tired I was until I was lying on my bed, arms and feet sprawled everywhere.

This is the best feeling ever. I'll never leave my bed anymore. I love you, bed. Ikaw lang, sapat na.

I felt the drowsiness again and then let sleep overcome me.

What I forgot was to close my window and little did I know, the feeling of being watched never left me.

-tbc-

a/n: nina dobrev as nadia smith at the multimedia. c: