Forgotten Birthday (A BTS Short Story)

Forgotten Birthday

It was the day of my birthday and I thought for sure that they, my best friends in the whole world would make my day special. I woke up that morning sure of getting calls, texts and gifts for my birthday, but instead woke up to nothing, no calls, no texts, no gifts, no nothing. Not even my Facebook friends were wishing me a happy birthday.

I lied in bed as tears fell down my face. How could my guy friends do this to me, knowing that I only turned 30 once. We had made plans to spend the day together and here I sit, trying to get a hold of them, only to receive their voicemails instead. I flung my cell to the bed and placed my hands over my face and I cried. This was the worst day ever!

I couldn't believe it. I had planned my birthday party at a local hotspot with all my guy friends and here I was, in bed alone crying myself a river. I wondered if they had pulled a prank on me or something. I picked up my phone and sent another text, but all I got was nothing. There was no answer when I called and I still didn't receive any messages. I sat back and wondered, what the hell was going on?

I flung myself out of bed and did my morning routine, brushing my hair and teeth and putting on the outfit I had picked up specifically for this day. It was a dark pink, thin strapped summer dress that came below my knees and tied at my waist. It was a modest and pretty dress and I thought that it would be comfortable and cool at my party. Was that even still happening if no one was answering my calls? I shook my head as I pulled my hair up in a high ponytail and did my makeup lightly before placing on a pair of silver hoops in my ears and a simple silver necklace with the moon and star hanging from it, a gift from one of my guy friends last year.

The look in the mirror reflected my inner turmoil. I was trying to remain optimistic that they were playing a trick on me, even though all the signs were pointing to the fact that my plans had been cancelled without any consideration for me. Despite my hopes, a nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach told me the truth. Still, I had to make one more attempt to get a hold of one of my friends. I scrolled through the contacts on my phone and selected Namjoon's number again. He also has a habit of changing his voicemail when you least expect it.

I called his number and it went straight to voicemail, saying the same thing it had said the week before, "Hi, this is Namjoon. I can't come to the phone right now, so please leave your name, number and a brief message and I'll return your call as soon as I can. Aight?" and then it dings. I clicked off the voicemail and dropped the phone on the bed. I took a seat and shook my head. Happy fricking birthday to me. I thought as I grabbed my phone and headed downstairs to the cold and voided of life first floor. There was no surprise party, no friends, and no decorations, just cold and sterile nothingness.

The walk down the stairs felt like a slow march to prison. The once happy and inviting front hall now felt like the end of the world. The pictures of my friends and I that hung on the wall seemed to mock me. The empty space that should have been filled with guests and gifts only added to the pain. Even the silence felt like it was taunting me; the only sound that shattered that silence was the thump on my feet on the hard staircase.

I made my way to the kitchen and got myself a bottle of water from the refrigerator. I uncapped the bottle and took a swig before placing the lid back on the bottle. I placed the bottle on my counter and looked out the large bay window above my sink in the kitchen and stared out into the sunny and bright summer day. Outside looked bright and inviting, yet inside the home was cold and devoid of any cheerfulness.

"This day is beginning to suck more and more." I thought to myself as I grabbed my bottle of water and headed to the French doors and opened them wide. I stepped out into the sunlight and closed my eyes as I felt the warm air on my skin. I stood there for a moment, just soaking up the sun when I heard a commotion at my front door. I opened my eyes and turned to head back inside and shook my head at the scene before me.