Diana

Chapter Four: "Start All Over Again"

 I gasped because of my surroundings—all of them were clean and things were all in place. I can’t believe how dirty my room before—dirty, dusty and nasty. They all look so perfect—so shiny.

“Am I in a different house or something?” I joked and giggled.

“I made this all for you.” She assures me and a grin was placed around her beautiful and simple face. “Simply because I feel sorry for you and I don’t want you miserable and dirty. I just want you to be simple—like me!”

“How did you all of this after six or seven hours?” I asked and raised an eyebrow. “I think you’re amazing.”

“Of course I am.” She tells me, confidently. I lift myself up and fixed my bed, I head my way to the shower to have a relaxing bath. I entered the warm bathroom and opened the shower. The cold water snakes around my skin as I began to shiver from the cold as it suddenly goes warm and that was the time I was relaxed. All the stress was gone in my head and all the flashbacks disappeared.

After a couple of minutes showering in the bathroom, I was finally clean. I dry myself by my dry towel and wrapped my towel around my body and hair just to dry it immediately. I went out from the shower and used my polo and shorts. I grabbed a seat and sat in front of the mirror and pulled my hair into a ponytail. I observed myself—observing my scars located in my arms and thighs, I really do have a lot flaws. 

I entered the living room and opened the windows; all the terrible memories are gone —all gone. I didn’t feel any stress or struggles. I feel like I’ve changed. I feel like I’m in the different world, in a different dimension to make it precise. I sat down on the comfortable and washed sofa. As the sky darkens, the wind suddenly blows hard than the current hour. I closed the windows and stayed comfortable and calm. Then suddenly, I heard a knock.

I swung the door open as my grin was replaced by anger. The Dave Gomez is back. I look at him—top to toe. I observed that his eyes were bloodshot by the useless tears that he cost. He holds a bouquet of flowers around his huge hand. A smile was placed around his lips. I didn’t give a smile or not even a cry. I’m still mad at him. Despite he cried all the time because of my rejection it doesn’t clearly or precisely means that I will forgive him easily. I still hate him—simply because he ruined me, he showed me the wrong direction, he mistreat me and humiliated me. But there is a girl named Shayne, who builds my confidence little by little. She made me feel that I will never be alone, that you need hope if you want to change. Because if you don’t have hope, nothing is going to change you.

“I know you’re still upset on me.” He reminds me and took a step forward. “But you know how much I loved you. I know that I used you. But can we just start our love all over again? I know I broke your promises, but I know I won’t because I’ve changed and I still love you.”

“I love you too.” I told him and smiled sweetly. He grins and I immediately grabbed the flowers and threw it to the floor, stamping it until it’s destroyed. I can hint the huge shock expression around his face while I’m stamping the stupid, damn flowers. I lift my head up—just to look at his shocked yet hilarious expression. I laughed at him and rolled my eyes. And finally spoke. “You’re really a stupid guy, aren’t you?”

“I—”

“Why would I forgive you, Dave?” I yelled at him, I pushed him as he took a couple of steps back. “You ruined my life, you ruined my entire life—my dreams! And why would I forgive you? You humiliated me! And I will never ever forgive you and don’t forget that. Even though you will be in front of my doorstep everyday—asking for forgiveness. I will never forgive you because you’re the worst ex-boyfriend ever!”

“I know I’m stupid but please.” He sobs all of the sudden. You’re a coward, gay, and a stupid asshole, Dave!

“Exactly, you’re the stupidest ex-boyfriend ever!” I yelled at him and entered the flat. I closed and locked the door and then jumped to the sofa—frustrated. I will never ever cry if I rejected him. He’s a bitch to me. The non-trusted guy that’s why no one even likes him. I don’t have any idea if he can marry a lady since he just destroyed my heart and ruined my life, entire life. I hope he will be miserable like me. It’s his turn to be lost, alone and the one who ruin every girl’s life.

“I heard shouts outside.” Shayne appears in front of me and sips her drink.

“Well, Dave just came in five minutes ago.” I told her and her eyebrows were raised. “He just wants to start our lives all over again.”

“So, what happened?” She asks me and sits right beside me as she places the drink on the coffee table.

“I just play games on him.” I checked my nails sassily and rolled my eyes. “I fake ‘I love you’ him, stamp the bouquet of flowers that he wanted to give me, told him everything and last but not least—rejected him.”

“Poor guy.” She coaxes. “He should die in hell when he dies.”

“Hopefully.” I tell to Shayne and then placed my head to her shoulder. “My birthday will be next week.” I declared.

“Oh, really?” She said, surprisingly. “That’s like amazing! You’re turning nineteen already.”

“Yes and I know.” I winked and put my knees up. “I’m so excited being a very official young lady already.”

“You’re an official young woman already.” She rolls her eyes. “You’re a woman since eighteen, not a teenage girl.”

“I know and I’m not stupid.” I roll my eyes. “I’m just… You know? I’m like a very official lady. An old lady.”

“Then act like forever young, duh?” She huffs. “Are you a fan of One Direction?”

“Well, kind of?” I make a thinking expression. “I think I am, but I’m not a Directioner officially.”

“Alright.” She smiles.

The flat goes cooler and then it began to rain, I could here strong lightings—which startle me. The rain started to tick the windows and it goes creepier and creepier. Shayne suddenly disappears in the flat and I guess she’s in the kitchen—craving for food. I started to realize and wonder where my damn laptop is. That bastard was gone since I got here. I should ask Shayne.

I’m too lazy standing up from the sofa simply because it’s so cozy, to be honest.

 

A strong thunder interrupted my thoughts and made my heartbeat stop. Anxiety is still wrapped around me and until now the grip tightens. I wonder what will be my birthday will be.

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Sorry if it’s too boring. Well, at the rest of the parts. :) I’m so glad it’s 400+ reads and a lot of votes and comments! I’m so happy to make this story. So I’m having a good news guise—this book will reach to 50 or 60 chapters! But it really isn’t finalized yet. But I will try to write until the sixtieth chapter, k? I really apologize for the long author’s note. Xx bye! :3