Lonely

Chapter3

MIA'S POV

I woke up with a very bad headache today, I'm honestly tired. I got out of bed and walked to the bathroom, I look at the mirror and ask myself how I am still alive. I'm dead inside but alive in the outside but how. I touch the scare on my left arm and look at it, I was supposed to die in that crash with my parents but I didn't...I don't know what to say about that

I get in the shower and it felt good. But I can't really take long showers because I pay the water bill with the money my aunt gives me and it's really hard but I somehow manage

I get dressed in jeans and a hoodie and since it's raining I get a umbrella. I make myself some pancakes and coffee for breakfast before locking and leaving for school. As always I put on my headphones and listen to music, I don't really know what is my obsession with music... it is what it is I guess. I get to school and I have History first which is a little better than Mathematics

"Hello Mia" I look back and I don't see anyone there "I'm here" I look at my side and see Gideon walking beside me...how did he...when did he

"Hello Gideon how are you?" I really didn't care I was just trying to make things a little less weird. I was way in to my thoughts to even hear the things that come out my mouth

"I'm good actually" I nod and continue walking. We get in History class and for some reason he sits next to me...why

"Why are you sitting next to me?" He doesn't answer which I found rude but didn't say anything just not to seem like a nagging wife. I close my eyes and try to fade into the darkness. I have this tendency of zoning out during class and it's getting more frequent these days

"I got you the book" I quickly snap my eyes open and look at the book his holding in his hands. The cover was nothing, just a brown cover with no picture just the poet's name. I held it and it is heavier than it looks. I smell the pages and it smelled old yet it looks new

"Did it belong to your grandmother or something?" I ask but he shakes his head 'no' I start to wonder how. The book smells very old but looks new...whatever

"Because you're my friend" I look at him as confusion takes over...what is he talking about exactly "you asked me why I'm sitting next to you and I answer it is because we are friends...right" he looked at me for confirmation. I don't really know if I even want friends, my parents were my friends and since they are gone I don't think I need any

"I don't want friends" he turns to look at me and he looked hurt. He is hurt because I don't want to be friends with him

"I'm lonely to. I don't have friends to and I don't feel normal...maybe that's why I don't have anyone" I suddenly felt bad for denying his friend request but I only met him yesterday

"Well I also don't like people who aren't normal...so we can't be friends"

"But you are also not normal or if you were you would have a lot of friends and I wouldn't be sitting next to you" he did somehow have a point. I'm a 17 year old who lives alone which is illegal but I  haven't reported because I'm afraid of being taken to a orphanage, but I also don't see the point because I will be 18 in a year

"I know...but I don't think that I need friends"

"You don't need friends or you just don't want to be my friend specifically?" I look at him and I just don't know what to say at this point. I love being alone, I don't like people they are judgment and full of hate

"No I-I just don't want to be friends" I'm think that I'm mostly scared that he might leave me and I will have to start all over again...fixing what he broke

"Be my friend and I promise to be a good one, I won't leave you and I will love you the way friends should" I look at him and shake my head "please" he begs, I think he needs me more than I need him, maybe we have been alone long enough

"Okay, I will be your friend" he smiles and gives me a lollipop. I happily expect it. It was lunch and he follows me to my usual spot and I began to eat my bagel. I offered him one seeing that he isn't eating but he said that he isn't really hungry

"Do you want a sleepover?" I look at him and coughed for some reason. He all of a sudden wants a sleep over...no I'm so sorry but how do I know that he isn't really trying to murder me

"No, I'm so sorry but we can't. I don't really know you" He nods and doesn't say anything after that. I felt bad but my safety is my number one priority since I live alone with no protection whatsoever

"I'm sorry I don't know how these things work"

"How about you tell me about yourself" I honestly won't listen because I know for a fact that his life is probably boring

"Well let's start with the basics. You already know my name. I live alone in a house on a really high up mountain, my mother died of a overdose, father from a sickness, my older sister from depression and younger sister from..." That's when he looked at me and smiled "I made thing weird didn't I" Kind of, I wanted to say

"What I was actually wondering was if you live on a mountain how do you get up and down everyday?" I tried to lighten up the mood and he chuckles...but really how

"So what about You?" I take a deep breath and look at the green grass that's slowly trying brown and dying since winter is near my favorite season

"Well both my parents died in a car crash, 3 years ago. But even before than I was like this whenever I was away from my parents. We had fun moments together, camping, road trips, hiking...heck we even made grocery shopping fun. But now when I see a happy family I hate it" I can't even cry anymore, I cried to much and I am really tired now

Mary Watson here
I want to try to write as many chapters as I can with this story
Lots of love🥰