BE MY LOSTIE

EPISODE FIVE

“Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny. And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it’s all over.”... Gloria Naylor once said this.

"When it's all over she said... When all is really-totally-finally over.

"It was all over for Lostie and I. For the Williams family and I, also for any love related issues and I"...these were my last thought before I quickly pushed the car door open and ran towards the entrance of the compound.

I started to feel all those emotions I do have whenever all seemed to turn against me.
The day has not gone-by even half, yet all these had happened, all forces had seemed to go against me.

My heart had just been turn into shreds, now I have to deal with this irritating sight before me.
I paced to the scene, my steps indicating how frustrated I was.

The mini-crowd that surrounded the scene gave way for me to make an entrance.
I stood and took a tilting glance on the wretched headlamp of the commercial van that had scratched the cottage gate, bashed the outward warm brick fence, rambling the roses and other climbers that had exposed the aesthetics of the fence. 

Then the realization of what had taken place hit me. A commercial van driver had wreaklessly bashed the out-door cottage fence, slaying the flowers. The van appeared loaded with company's goods.

The driver paced to and fro the scene in frustration as he placed a phone near his right ear on a call, probably informing the company of how awesomely I was going to sue his ass for those damages. I glared at him a bit before I walked up to him.

"Dude!...  Yo blind or something?"... I screeched with the release of frustration which I already felt...
"Hope your lawyer is in a good pay grade cause am gonna so sue you and your goddamn company for this... Rubbish!"... I exclaimed. The crowd stared at me as I walked into the compound.

I quickly put a call to mum informing her about the wrecked fence. She could tell how frustrated and sad I was through the phone. I insisted I was fine.
She agreed to call the insurance company and our lawyer to inform then of the incident.

I let out a heavy sigh. Only if she knew what I had passed through already. I didn't want her to worry. I needed to deal with this feelings myself.

I went up to my room and laid put on the couch. I felt hopeless, heart broken and useless. If I were to be of any use at that point, I wouldn't  be more useful than a bucket without a bottom.

I trailed in anger and anguish wishing that that weird Wednesday never happened.
The memories of Ivaz and all that had happened flew all up. My thought gazed back to the beginning.
 
The more they did, the more I fought to keep myself at bay.
It kept walking down the memory lane, and i shuffled through the first day I had met Ivaz. The "weird Wednesday"

There were plenty of times I wished I hadn't met Ivaz. Today was one of those days.

she made me so vulnerable and I hated it. I wished i didn't  love her as much as I did, I was trowing a lot of wishes. One of which was that there wasn't any "weird Wednesday". But reality was so inevitable. She stole my heart from the onset.

That day!. A fun afternoon, Jaswil and i were sitted at our usual spot. It was the fifth period of the day.
Geo-lab practical period gave no one joy for attending it. And we were in that no-joy mood.

We would often prefer the middle sits as the front sits were seen as the zone for the nerds and the back sits for the dumb noise makers. We hated to be seen as any of them.
We loved our feel good aura and the thought of everyone seeing us as cool.