CHIDINMA'S STORY

Part 1

1

People always look at me like I'm a freak or some sort of weirdo. Well, I don't mind it to be honest. Because I actually consider myself one, it was really weird the first time a guy actually walked up to me and told me he liked me. I didn't know how I felt, but it was a good feeling.

I thought maybe there was some sort of hope for me in this world after all. That was until he walked me to the Basic science lab for the hundredth time that year, looked me in the eyes, his voice shaky but later gaining strength as he spoke. And in so many words, I can barely remember, he asked me if I was really weird, like people had always said. I was surprised. How? I asked him in a very low tone.

My second biggest fear at the time clouding my sight. Was that really happening? My one and only hope in this world can now see what a useless piece of bad luck I was, and my strangeness has now been revealed to him as well.

He said, "I've been a, I don't know, we're friends, right?" And I nodded slightly.

Then he replied to me, "You've refused to let me do as little as hold your hands; you don't even let me touch you or even walk too close to you." 

I was shocked and perplexed at the same time. That's not true; we've held hands before, right? I questioned myself while still staring at him, unable to mutter any words. He stood looking at me, frozen in my thoughts. He sighed, looked at me once again and said, "It's fine." I understand you don't like me. I'll stop disturbing you now. "Then he walked away.

I tried stopping him but I was still frozen. I wanted to scream and yell at the top of my voice that I liked him, I really did. And I would love to hold his hands and be his friend. But he was long gone and I froze there for minutes until the bell rang pulling me back to reality. My harsh harsh reality.