let's go to the Jardín

The Greener Garden Cult

Hardin's POV:

I lay on the cold chilling foliage covered floor reminiscing in my own pitiful sobs and whimpers. I could hear her heels clicking away like the devil she was and the loud laughing that followed down the humid dark corridor.

I cried and cried thinking about ice bear and how he would feel so lonely without my comfortable warmth surrounding him. I cried for the garfield stuffed cat that would always accompany me in my nightmares consoling me from my tears. I cried for the doraemon little robot on my bedside table that would always wake me up every morning like a simple sweet melody flowing through my bones.

I couldn't help the deep pit of misery forming inside me thinking of all my little toys I left behind in my room. Many people had bullied me throughout my childhood and in my teens for liking that stuff. At one point it had gotten so bad I had moved school and learned how to hide my real self and show it only in my room.

My parents were glad of this change in me as they didn't particularly approve of my obsession with cartoons either. I had learned to always lock my bedroom door to make sure they didn't come in while I was out making my secret never reach the light of day.

When I had been told I was going to go to harvad I was quite shocked considering my bad grades. I had never been academically smart and always relied on my parents help and most people would say it showed. Sometimes I would even flirt with some females so they would do the homework for me but I always felt bad so eventually I just stopped doing it.

I was so glad and ecstatic when I had heard I was going to get my own house near campus instead of sharing a dorm with some other guy. There was a house in the middle of campus but we couldn't get it since someone else called Naomi did so my parents just settled for one near the university not quite in campus but near. I wonder who Naomi was.

I would finally be able to express myself without anyone judging and without fear of anyone walking into my room whole I wasn't home. I would no longer have to hide my passion and hobby and could freely express and decorate around my room. I thought everything was going good and that things were now going to get better. Maybe I would even get a girlfriend and lose my virginity.

That's right. I was an 18 year old virgin. People expected me to be a playboy considering I was quite good looking. Not to brag but I was the hottest guy in school with boys, females and even some teachers drooling over me. Despite that I had never done the deed with anyone. I was too scared of inviting them around my place and them seeing my room so I just gave up the idea of pursuing a relationship with anyone even though my friends always tried to shove me into one.

All my dreams had been crushed though. All of them shattered into minuscule glass fragments as soon as those haunting dead brown eyes had set upon me. The morning when she mocked my nervous stutter it made me so mad but I was a coward. I could never stand up for myself. I had only gotten throught highscool because I basically knew everyone around so no one made me nervous but I knew that college was going to be a different experience.

I didn't know how long it had been since I had leaned my back against the wall and let the silent tears slowly fall down my pristine delicate feminine cheeks, leaving a heap of them on my curious George pyjamas. I could feel my whole body shaking from the cold temperature down here and the worst thing was that I couldn't even know if it was still night time.

I knew my parents wouldn't be looking for me as they were currently on holiday and had told me they wouldn't be contacting me for a whole month and apart from them nobody really cared enough to check if I was doing alright. It was in moments like these that I really wished I had someone to lean my shoulder on and for them to comfort me while I endlessly cried into oblivion on their shoulder.

For a while I was still thinking of the words that witch had whispered to me. I knew it was in Spanish but as I never payed any attention in Spanish class I really didn't know what it meant. If only dora the explorer was real. I could just hear taunting voice whispering delicately in my ears. "Do you know how to say stupid boy in Spanish?"

I sighed as I shook my head ridding myself of my thoughts. I had a feeling I was going to be left here alone for a while so I decided to get some sleep while I could and before the nightmare dressed like a daydream showed up. Damn look at me quoting Taylor Swift. I chuckled at my own reference and before long I could feel my eyelids getting heavy as sleep took over me.

~2 hours later~

I woke up to the sound of stone being rattled open. Carefully I peeled opened my sleep filled eyes and looked around the dark room until I saw 3 figures standing in the corner looking over at me. All 3 of them seemed to be disgusting horrendous putrid absolutely mortifying females. Just the name of those objects made me shudder.

They seemed to all be wearing the same kind of dress made up of bushes and flowers. I felt terrified not knowing who these new creepy people were. They seemed to be looking at my derriere that was completely on show for them as one of them licked her lips. I shuddered just looking at the monstrosity in front of me.

All 3 of them started taking calculating long steps towards and as they came closer and closer to me I could see them better.

The one in middle had blonde hair that seemed to resemble a slice of American cheese. It was put up into a high bun that rested on top of her head while she looked at me through her glasses with her forest coloured eyes like she wanted me dead. I wouldn't be surprised if one day I saw her on the news as being a serial killer. She just had those vibes and look.

The one on the right seemed to be quite short with curly hair cascading down her back. She had her luscious lips shut tight into a thick line as she stared at me blankly like I was a piece of trash at her feet. She seemed to be the meanest out of the group and her brown cabbage eyes showed that her soul had been corrupted by the devil. What a Juanita she was. I shook my head mentally at my own insult. I think it was quite fabulous.

Finally the girl on the left was the tallest out of the 3. She seemed shorter than me but I still wanted to ask her how the weather was up there. She seemed like a creep and a stalker with her Ariana Grande ponytail. For some odd reason I had the strong urge to tell her to go back to her country. She seemed to walk like robot with her arms by her side and stomping her feet on the ground.

When they had all reached me they bent down to get face to face with me and studied me like I was a creature. They all shared a look together before the witch decided to speak.

"Hi darling, we would like to introduce ourselves. I'm Nahlya, the one in the middle is Amy and the one on her left is Rajveer."

I looked at all of them before I memorised their name and stored them in my brain. I still didn't know what they wanted from me but I decided to introduce myself as well since they had done it first and it would be seen as rude if I didn't.

"M-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-my n-n-n-n-n-n-na-a-a-ame is h-h-h-h-h-hardin." I stuttered. An embarrassed blush took over my face as I tried to cover my face with my bony feminine hands.

Rajveer started laughing at me while Nahlya mocked my stutter and Amy encouraged both of them. Once again I was reminded of Naomi and this morning and how she had completely humiliated me and shattered my ego.

I felt soft tears fall down my cheek as they only laughed in my face. Before I could even look up at them I felt a familiar sharp sting on the side of my neck and immediately tried looking up. Their faces slowly blurred and darkness started to consume me. I felt myself falling into nothing and before slowly succumbing to the feeling I heard one of them say.

"Let's go to the Jardín"

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