Tealsville Seas

butterfly locs and break-ins

Naomi Jones

(TW!!!!!!: Scenes that may be triggering to people who are severely uncomfortable with mentions/ideas of sexual harassment please proceed with caution. There isn't r*pe or mol*station in this chapter but it may seem that way in the point of view of Naomi at one point so this is a warning.)

It's been three weeks.

I haven't talked to Valen in three weeks.

The first week I felt dejected, I thought we shared a moment or..whatever the fuck that was— I thought we shared it nonetheless. So imagine my surprise when the motherfucker doesn't call or text me back after what happened.

The second week I felt confused and sad as hell. Then again, can you blame me? Any sane person would be wondering what the fuck it was that happened between us in my head.

I did as much research as I could but it seems like there's absolutely nothing on the internet about out of body experiences with people in your head. All I could find were numbers from psych wards that offered to help me with my symptoms of "schizophrenia".

After that, I tried not to think about it too much. I tried to fall back into my daily routine. Talk to my best friends, go to the park, apartment hunt, sleep and repeat.

Then, a few nights ago- the unexpected happened.

I was about to start my night off by rereading our messages and falling asleep. I'd be lying if I told myself that it didn't become apart of my nighttime routine.

Anyway, as I clicked on my message app and scrolled to find the conversation between Valen and I, it was nowhere to be found.

Thinking that maybe it was a glitch or something, I checked my contacts and searched for his name and number.

Gone. Poof. Right into thin air.

I checked my other contacts and photos and such, to see if my phone was tripping or something- only to find that nothing else was gone from my phone.

Just Valen's contact.

It's week three and I'm slowly starting to question my sanity.

The only thing that's left of him are my thoughts.

The thought that we'll never talk again often tugs at my heart strings in a weird way. Although I'm not quite sure why.

I only knew the guy for a little while.

Maybe it's my ego.

Ive never been ghosted before, so obviously I'm going to think about the one and only time that it happened.

The fact that he was drop dead gorgeous doesn't help the situation either. I feel as if he slipped through my fingers- a missed opportunity if you will.

"You've been on that same braid for like an hour. What're you thinking about?" My mom popped my forehead with her comb and I winced at the impact.

"Nothing mama. My bad. I was daydreaming." The lie tasted bitter on my tongue. I hated lying to my mom but what else was I supposed to say?

The most handsome man I've ever seen, who just so happened to have the most amazing personality ever- decided to invade my thoughts and ghost me right after. And now I can't find his number or anything, almost as if he never existed in the first place.