Sometimes we feel like we are talking to someone but you feel like you are talking to a wall. Have you ever experienced this? If yes then what does it feel? Do you feel like killing yourself after saying each word to that person? Do you feel like you are about to yell at that person because they don't respond? I have a lot of questions and i have a lot of stories to tell. This is who i am.Hi i am Ivan Daile Q. Ramirez i am extroverted and i decided to tell you guys my lovelife too! Since everyone is busy at the moment.I am an only child and most of my life i have that feeling of being alone,its not that i despise that feeling but i kinda feel like i also dont want it at the same time. Hope it made sense,all of my life i get the things i want and everything is served in a golden platter in front of me.
"Daile? Sweetie? Are you still there?" I snapped back into reality when my mother called me.
I turned to my mother and gave her a nod while she continue to talk about her buisness and her plans for me.
She is talking about buisness again,i stood up and excused myself from them and walked out of the dining table
I really hate it when my mother talks about buisness and her plans for me in the dinner table, makes me lose my apetite.
I immediately went to the backyard well its kinda like a garden but in our backyard, get it?
I sat at the bench in the middle of many tulips of two colors white and pink there is also a tree beside it.
I am not a daughter of a rich family or so but i can say that my family is just wealthy,i live in a province and i love it especially when the sun rises at mornings its just so refreshing.
While i was staring at the sky i heard someone calling my name so i found where that sound came from and i saw that he was calling me.
"Van! Hoy babae!" I heard Arnaldo calling me while waving his hand at me so he can get my attention more which he now did.
I stood up went out of my house to go at the back of my house and i saw him in his usual grey hoodie with a white t-shirt underneath and jogging pants and white sneakers hands inside his pockets while still waving for me and signaling me to go near him which i did later on.
I smiled brightly while staring at him i sound like a creep.
"Lets go over there tell me about your day and your stories" i nodded at what he said.
I guided me to another bench a little bit far away from my house but i didn't mind and just followed him.
He is 16 1 year older than me and the moment i met him at the mall i already fell inlove i actually dont believe in love at first sight but it faded when i met him,Arnaldo Alcantara.
We both sat and i started telling him about my day and all
"Why did you suddenly left me yesterday ha?" I asked and pouted.
He chuckled and ruffled my hair
"Sorry something came up"
"Continue" he assured me to keep going.
While i was telling my story i noticed that he was staring at something. I feel like I am talking to a wall. So i stopped and he looked a me when I stopped and mouthed "why" and I shook my head.
Minutes later he suddenly hugged me for no reason, of course i felt butterflies in my stomach but I noticed that there was something on my back.
He letted go and my vision is slowly going black, I saw his hands covered with blood and i touched my back and I freaked out when I saw blood.
I am now catching my breath while Arnaldo is gazing at me.
While I am in the verge of dying he started speaking.
"You see when we met at the mall i think you were cute and perfect" "Perfect for a target" he spoke and at that moment I just wished I never followed him outside.
He laughed like a maniac and continue to speak
"You see me and my friends had this little dare the dare was whoever the first person that caughts your eye you need to make them fall for you and once they do" he paused and took his knife that he used to stab me and caressed my back near where he stabbed me.
My vision is getting darker and darker my breathing is getting shorter and shorter I looked at him with anger and he looked at me with satisfaction.
"You have to kill that person" thats the last thing I heard before everything went black.
"What a gullible girl"
