Fuck You.. Fate

Chapter 6..Shut up, Not In Public..

The first step inside the familiar environment of his house immediately brought immense comfort. A heavy sigh escaped Syren's lips as he leaned back on the door, his eyes shutting close as he breathed loudly.

The blanket of comfort that wrapped around him suddenly made him very conscious of his rumbling stomach, and when he reached down to rub at it, he realized the different set of clothes that surely didn't belong to him!

The dark blue fur pajamas were too soft, and the soft padded slippers only added more to his discomfort of leaving behind the memories of the mansion, and the king, and all that was like a distant dream to him.

Leaving behind the grumbles of his stomach, the first thing Syren did was head towards the little bathroom where he brushed his teeth and had, probably, the longest shower of his life, scratching and hissing at the itchiness that seemed to latch literally on him.

When his thoughts became clearer, and as he was keeping away the clothes for laundry, he felt around the pockets of his pajamas for his phone, but to no avail..and the start of a headache became prominent as he recalled that his books and his bag was nowhere to be found..

Fúck...

Teeth clenched down harshly on his bottom lip, and the mettalic taste of blood seemed to spread throughout his mouth, before the grumbling of his stomach distracted him yet again and urged him to postpone the self harm and put some food in his belly..The thought of going to the mansion again, even if only to grab his clothes, books and phone impossibly repulsive..

He managed to make himself some scrambled eggs, with a cup of coffee, and as he sat by the small window at the far corner of his little house, the wind that blew on his face along with the chirping of the birds made him realize yet again, just how much he loathed the company of anyone.

Thankfully, it's the weekend..

Breakfast went by hurriedly as Syren tried to recall all the work that had been done at University the day before yesterday, and then Syren was collecting his rough notebooks and his i-pad that he was gifted to by the University due to his scholarships, which he had thankfully downloaded the books on, and spent the whole day scribbling and making notes for the classes the next day..

There was an irritating, faded ache around his stomach, but it went away gradually, and the day passed by with Syren just doing his assignments and looking for a part time job, with possibly lesser working hours..to no avail..

The next morning he woke up with a tug in the back of his head...pulling his attention towards a bad gut feeling, knots rising in his throat before he even rubbed the soreness out if his eyes. ..like the dark pit In his stomach was growing and would swallow him Whole.

The feeling gradually resided at a far corner of his head, but never went away.. and instead of pondering more about it, Syren decided to focus much more on the start of this new semester...one that would finally get him outta the damn university and the continuous study school.

Bathing and brushing and breakfast took no longer than an hour and With the most irritated huff, the 21 year old was jogging down the stairs of his house, pleasantly welcomed by the weather, an after-math of continuous heavy rain, quite a contrast to the irritated bubble clouding his brain.

He passed by the elders of the town, sitting in rows under the trees of their newly renovated park..and by the bustle of children getting ready for school.

The ride to his university was mostly always the public bus, which he made sure he never avoided, and it always took him around 40-45 mins to reach the University, which was located in the heart of Esaki..