chapter 5

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Didn't I tell you that my life is BITCH ?!! Here I am again falling down in the darkness of my imaginations reviewing the image of her checking me out there a hint of smile caressed my face when I remembered how smart she looked when she pretended that she wasn't staring, but that didn't pass on me I wondered what she was thinking when she saw me, did she too feels the same way I do ?,  no, no way I don't think she's into girls, "then, why she was staring at you that way, "hummm maybe she was JUST attracted to me not more" oh yeah, that could be" I finally gave myself a peace of my mind and fell to sleep.

I woke up in the morning, taking a shower, having my breakfast, and making my black coffee that I was addicted to as hell and thank god I wa not addicted to some drugs or else I was going to end up probably at the hospital even the coffee had become to effect me more I drink it and even sometimes first thing in the morning without taking a bite of anything I know it was bad to overdrink coffee especially black one, but what can I do I can't stop myself it's the only think that gives me some happiness in my darkness I can't go even a day without it. Sipping my coffee in peace I started to write something to post on my Snapchat while suddenly an idea crossed my mind I said to myself" why don't you look for her on Snapchat?" How so " perhaps you have sharing friends, someone posts her pic, or something, you don't know life is so...." oh shut up plss, you idiot" life is it what it is if it wants to" so, please stop putting in my mind more desperation than it has " I didn't litsen to myself I went through posts searching for something I deep down sure that it's impossible to find and that what happened after long of researching. I don't know  what I really saw in that girl to make me want her like that how can someone stick on someone he didn't  even had a real conversation with, I think I have to do something with myself or else I'm going to end up crazy or something.

The days pass in my life with nothing new just going to park with family, or by myself in the morning drink cofee, and read there, visiting my aunts then and now, and shopping which was the most wonderful part of my life. when I go shopping I feel so happy especially when I buy me mugs of coffee that fulfilled our cabinet even didn't have more room to put the new ones in..

" Hey, are you going to the party tomorrow ? " my cousin asked." Whose party ?" I asked back sitting opposite her on sofa in the living room." God damn it, are you even on earth with us ?!!"

No I'm realy not, if only I know where I am!!

She gaze at me." It's Rihanna's the girl on your neighbourhood" really ?, I haven't heard about it no one invited me" I said uncaring." Who  would, and you being lik this, anyway, you're going with me, ok because my sister doesn't wanna go and I don't wanna go alone" from the way she was looking at me I could tell that she didn't expect me to say yes."k, I'll go now but Please don't be late dressing up, I'll be here tomorrow so early" I nodded as she took off.

I kept talking on the phone with my friend Maria the rest of the day who lives in another city.  I and her are so closed than my other ones we talk non- stop as if we making up for the period of the times that we hadn't called each other in. we talk about everything for hours without feeling the time passes or getting enough of each othe. she was the only one among my friends that I talk to in that periods because I didn't feel talking with anyone which would force me to pretend that I was ok which I was no longer could do that but with,Maria things were different. she always had the way to light my mood up what makes me forget my sadness when I talk to her I can feel that she could  senses my state but as always people don't dare sometimes to ask me as simple thing as I see it maybe my strong personality prevent them  to do so, or maybe they know if it happened and they did, I'm not going to open up to them and that probably right I don't have that trust for people because I always hear how they gossip about each other or you don't even know what would they be thinking while you're telling them your story they could judge you or take it wrong way without even asking you to make things clear for them to get you right that's why I'd rather die in my silence than telling my story to someone who would air it out for everyone to see

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