Reverie

06 - pest

Have you ever thought what it would be like kill yourself?

Fortunately I haven't. At least not until now.

And you know what, I might just give in if Maddi's keeps talking her head off about how things are so much better there without me. Well, she didn't say those exact words but I can tell it's true by the way she said 'it seems like me and Tyler finally have a chance now, he just asked me out!'

Hm I wonder why.

I mean I'm happy for her and everything but this hoe's been nonstop talking about him for 5 million hours!

Ok, 30 minutes but still. Get a grip omg. "Anyway enough talk about me, how are you babes?!" Maddi squealed through the phone. Finally "Well, today was pretty tough—" I started.

"Wait! Tyler's calling me, I promise I'll call you back after. Miss you!" She cut me off before hanging up the phone. Sighing, I put my phone on the nightstand, laying my head on the fluffy, soft pillow.

Maddi's always been a sucker for attention, seeking it from anyone with a beating pulse and a high popularity status. With her bright blue eyes and dirty blond hair, it's like every boy's obsessed with her; just how she likes it.

But I never judged her for that. Not even when the boy I liked asked her out....right in front of me.

I went up to my new room 3 hours ago after finishing dinner. Well, more like Rafael ordered me to go up and rest since 'we have much to talk about tomorrow' in his words. Dinner was... something.

Once in a while, I kept feeling pairs of eyes on me even while everyone was conversating. I truly felt like a sheep in the wolf's den. Occasionally Marco and Luca would make slight conversation with me, asking me about my interests and such. About California, school, my friends. I appreciate their effort but I still felt so uncomfortable. Not in their presence exactly, but about everything.

I've been calling my friends and James in the meantime. Is it wrong of me to be sad that everyone's been fine since I left? Does that make me selfish?—That I want them to be sad and miss me?

Maybe.

Trying to put my mind at ease, I try to fall asleep. Tossing and turning in the sheets I huff, exasperated. I want water.

Pushing the heavy comforter off to the side, I get up and make my way out of the room. I'm praying that everyone's asleep; I really don't feel like facing Rafael again.

I peek out my head left to right, thankfully seeing no one there with the hallway dark and empty. I tiptoe down the stairs trying not to make a single step creak. Why would it creak, they're millionaires for god's sake.

Finally reaching the kitchen, I realize I have absolutely no idea where anything is. I sigh and start opening every single cupboard. Plates, containers, pots, silverware— cups! Swiftly grabbing an empty glass, I walk over to the fridge with multiple different buttons and settings. This is next level rich people shit.

At last I find the water filter and fill the glass up, the smooth cold water runs down my throat completely satisfying my thirst. I clean up, washing and drying the glass and placing back in the cupboard before I go back upstairs.

I lightly sprint up the stairs and walking down the hallway. Turning the corner, I collide with a hard wall. The impact makes me stumble, my knees giving out, ready to fall backwards. Right as I was about to make friends with the floor, two hands grab my arms, holding me up.

I gather my senses and quickly look up, meeting a familiar pair of green eyes. Those same piercing vibrant eyes from before were staring back at my hazel ones. Yet unlike my confused and shocked state right now, all I saw was hate and austere in his stare. He yanked his hands back from my arms almost as fast as he put them on. "I'm so sorry, I didn't—" I started to say.

"Watch where the fuck you're going pest." He cut me off, muttering under his breath but loud enough for me to hear. He shoved me aside, bumping his shoulder against mine as he made his way downstairs. I don't like him.

I stood there dumbfounded trying to make sense of what just happened. Why does he hate me so much when I've done nothing to him?

I reach my room, closing and locking the door behind me, a tear unconsciously falls down my cheek. Then another and another and before I can comprehend anything, I slide down the door and cry.

I cry until no sounds come out but heavy breaths and tears. My mind feels like it's running through a marathon of feelings. Sadness hit me in harsh waves, feelings of isolation and loneliness attack me, strangling me. In full honesty, Damon's right. I am a pest. I don't belong here.

I'm interrupting their lives, their perfect lives that they've built for themselves with my sudden presence. Why the fuck are you crying Gia?! You're here balling your eyes out because that moron called us a pest? Grow up! My inner self yells at me.

I take a deep breath, my eyes feel like their shutting down on themselves, making it hard to keep them open. But no matter how hard my body tries to sleep, my mind is awake. Replaying the parts of my life that I so desperately wish I could erase. I end up getting three hours of sleep that night. The other hours are spent by me staring up at the ceiling, wishing I could go home. Wishing that my mommy was still alive, waiting for me at home.

I hate this chapter, its so short and a filler part. Next will be better 😓

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