Chapter 6

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Damp wet cheeks, tear stained face I begin to make my way to the toilet.

The toilet was empty, all the doors to the cubicle open, welcoming you to use its service.

I open the tap to full blast, the sound of water echoing through the toilet.

Tears begin to fill my eyes and before I knew it I was crying. I can't hold it back anymore.

This is too much.. no she's too much..

How could she say those things to me?

Hell I didn't even saw that coming.. what happen to her? Why does she suddenly react like that?

Is it because of him? Yea I guess so...

Billions of questions bombard my crowded mind.

Why this has to be so hard?

I use to think moving on is easy but when it hits me on my own nose, it really hurts..

Someone who means alot to you... a part of you.. suddenly disappear like it never exists anymore...

Vibrations are felt under my jeans causing me to almost jump out of my thoughts.

Looking at the caller id, its my mum..

Oh shit I must be in here for quite some time..

"Hey mum, erm yea I'm going to the office in a bit, I'm in the toilet now" I say not even giving her the chance to speak..

With that I slide my phone back to where it belong and make my way to the office.

"Hey, are you done yet?" I asked putting both of my hand on her shoulders.

"Yea I'm done just waiting for you to show up, what's taking you so long up there?" turning around to face me.

"Oh I um went to the toilet just now" slowly rivert my gaze downwards to the floor, avoiding eye contact.

I know I have bloodshot eyes by now and I know if she sees this, she's not going to let it be..

I just hope she don't notice.. I don't want her to think I'm still in grief.. No I can't don't this anymore., not to myself anymore..
Not anymore..
I have made enough mess.. I don't want to live like this anymore..
No.
She has given me so much strength.. I don't want this whole cycle to repeat its history.. I have to move on even if it's hard I have to try. I don't want to be the pathetic girl who cry non-stop because of someone. What's done is done..nothing can change it..
Nothing.
After everything's settled, I pick up the box that contain all the remaining items left in the locker and make my way to the carpark.

"Did you meet any of your schoolmates just now while you were packing your things?" She asked while entering her car keys into the car's ignition.

"Um,nope guess everyone's busy attending class" a shy smile spread across my lips trying to act casual even though I lied.

I don't even want to think about her, whatever her name is. Whatever she just said to me, I wish I can forget all about it.
I can't believe what she said to me.. I feel like she's being possessed by some ghosts..

It's not like her when she speaks to me..
But what she did say.. Is it true? Is it my fault that I don't even know my bestfriend's sick.. A sickness that can cause his life?

I don't know..

I'm a normal girl too.. I have my own insecurities.. No matter how much I defend myself saying I'm not wrong, there's still this side of me that's bugging me, this stupid insecurity..

How I wish I'm strong inside out.. I know I appear strong on the outside.. but on the inside?

Who knows.. nobody..

When it comes to you.. I don't know why but I feel weak.. almost vulnerable.. maybe because you're my bestfriend and you know me better than myself..

My thoughts were soon interrupted when the engine's turn down and mum pull out her keys out of the car's ignition.

Without wasting time, I get out of the car, carrying my things with me.

I dragged my feet across the floor with the heavy box in my hands and proceed to my bedroom.

I decided to pack up the things in the box and put all the necessary into the box that I'll bring over.

Suddenly a paper flew out from nowhere and rest at the floor.

My concentration were soon interrupted and by the look of it I know what it was..

I quickly finish packing up the things and throw away all those that are not in use.

After tidying up all the boxes, I soon rivert my concentration back to the letter. .

Slowly I pick the letter up and sit at the study table


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