Loved to be Used

Chapter 4: Mysteries

A/N: This is a properly edited Chapter 4. There were a few mistakes in the previous version and I have tried to resolve them. If you have already completed reading it, I suggest that you read it once again and if not all, atleast the last part of it.

Those who are reading it for the first time, please read it from the beginning.

CHAPTER 4: Mysteries

"Which is the true nightmare, the horrific dream that you have in your sleep or the dissatisfied reality that awaits you when you awake?" ―Justin Alcala

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I do not know why I am visiting Janette's grave every day after school. I am lagging behind in my academics and I am trying to catch up with it. She betrayed me and used me for reasons which are completely unknown to me. My heart is not yet ready to accept the truth that she was here for taking somebody else's revenge on me. I spend at least an hour everyday with her or let me be clear 'the so called her'; if the letter was truly written by her. I speak to her about my pain, my life and her family.

I tell her how Charlotte has become a bully, how she started making fun of people whom she considered to be inferior to her. I tell her about the rumours that are flying around the school that after she had slept with the guys she had dated, they were never seen again. I personally don't believe this. In the few times when I had met Charlotte she seemed to be a nice, decent girl who had conservative ideas.

Spring is at its full blossom and the graveyard looks greener. The place is irrigated by the keeper daily just in case the already dead inhabitants don't die from thirst. White, red and yellow flowers are everywhere and the graveyard somehow looks calm and serene. Overall, it has a calming effect over me when I speak to her. The tombstone is already placed over her and the phrase "Eternally Beautiful" is carved on the black marble with her name, her birthday and the day when she left the world or rather left me. I remember our first date and I am overwhelmed from emotions. I feel moisture in my eyes.

"Don't come to pick me up, Stefan. I will be there in the garden by seven. Please don't make it extravagant. I am not the typical cliché girl who wants a dream date. I have to leave now. Mum must be waiting," Janette tells me in her musical voice and starts to leave.

I just nod in reply because I am too busy staring at her beautiful face. I don't even pay attention to half of her words. She is too enchanting. She nudges me and her magic breaks. "Huh? You were saying something?" I ask innocently.

She frowns and hits my shoulder. "You will never grow up. Bye." She pecks my cheek and leaves. After five minutes I can still feel my cheeks tingling.

I go home and get ready. I wear a simple red button down shirt and black jeans pant which complements the red. I ruffle my hair because it looks good on me. I spray a little cologne and check my breath. I am nervous whether Janette will like the surprise or not. There are butterflies in my stomach. I am excited too. My mum wishes me good luck and I leave my home.

I drive to "Ratodyan - Garden of love". Why would somebody name a place in such a weird manner? They could've just named it 'Lover's paradise' or something cheesier. Anyways, that was none of my concern. I have taken the whole garden on rent and with the conditions that no visitors are allowed in today. I open the white gates and I am satisfied with the preparations done by the organiser. Janette is going to love this, or so I think.

There are red and white balloons filling every inch of the green floor and the words 'I love you Janette' printed on their faces. The fountain which was broken from the very beginning is repaired. The water is multi-coloured and the fragrance of flowers is everywhere. The tables are set under a tree. The tree is well-trimmed and the branches and leaves shaped into a heart. Fairylights are hanging from its branches. There is a small space among the balloons where the moonlight is directly going to fall. The space is going to be for Janette and me after the dinner.