Right on Time

Chapter 9

The world shall never know how great Santa Clause is. He is real and an essential tool to the growth of a kid. He gives the bad kids what they don't want so they know and learn that what they are doing is bad and good things deserve rewards. And because he is so magical he doesn't need you to tell him who is bad or good. You don't have to waste your 'precious' time writting letters to him. The mail man won't have to suffer in the cold and harsh winter land. Santa has done a great job in helping us. He has recruited elves whom we would shun and make slaves out of to live and work in a safe environment. He is so good he has a wife. And she even helps with his work. He rides with reindeers and do you know how hard it is to train reindeers? In conclusion ,not only is Santa real, he is a great asset to this society. Yet Grinch seems to think not.

"Aww don't tell me your still hung up about it? I was stating obvious facts. He isn't real." Ace stated , rolling his eyes.

"Oh yeah? Well if he isn't real ,where do the presents come from. And the stuffed stuffings. And where do the cookies go on Christmas night?"

Ace started at me in disbelief. " They all come from and go to the two people we call parents. "

He has a point but mama and papa bear sleep next door to me and I would know if they were awake. Right?

Sorry honey but you would sleep through world war 3 , a pregnancy and only wake up to the sound of babies crying.

Wow , sleeping beauty was a great story when Disney made it.

The truth hurts , huh.

Yeah......

Yeah......

Yeah.....

Two quick snaps snapped me out of my conversation. When my eyes focused , I realised my eyes were on Ace's very well ..um... defined... stomach. " Were you admiring your prince in silver armor?" He asked with a smirked.

" Prince? Really. If anything I'm going to do the saving." I retorted, embarrassed . Ace scoffed and turned back to his book. Where were we? Right the library. Sometimes my mind escapes me .............. I looked around the library and realised there was not a lot of people left. Just us , a random stranger and the librarian. Random stranger gave of a creepy vibe. I guessed it would be justified by his black hoodie covering his face. He was literally all in black. Even the book he was reading had a black covering . Immediately I labeled him as an emo dude. Then I got mad at myself. How many times have people called me emo ?

Too many times

Shut up.

I am not emo. I'm just a deep thinker. Sure my mind might wander off somewhere unreachable and sure I might listen to music that gets me in that mood to contemplate and sure my closet is limited to the colour black but that does not make me an emo.......does it?

"It's getting late, we should go home." Said Ace.

"Huh? Yeah sure ok." Glancing over at him, I realised he was looking at random stranger from before, a closed off expression donned his cold face. He ushered me out of the library promptly. Never mind the emo dude , what was his deal? That was the question I asked him , my careless brain not caring about being tactful.  He stared at me for a while. Strange....he seemed to be searching my eyes , looking for something and was disappointed when he didn't find what he wanted. I held his unnerving gaze a moment longer before not being able to hold his stare.

"Nothing , it was just getting late." He replied. I made a show of checking my phone to see it was only 4.30 pm before looking up at him. " uhhuhh.....terribly late." He sighed , a very exasperated , annoyed sigh. What crawled up his ass and died?

"Just trust me. You will find out soon. I hope." Then he walked off. HE WALKED OFF. No good byes. No I'll-see-tomorrows. He just turned his back to me and stalked off. To say I was insulted would be an understatement. Shaking off my unexpected disappointment, I spun around in the opposite direction heading back home.

 Let me just say , walking is the worst. It is so boring. I know that you walk to get to places but i get bored easily and not having anything to do while walking is brain numbing. Which is why i have to do two things; listen to music and read. Read any book of any kind ,of any genre. A hardcopy book with physical pages to be turned physically or a digital one with words flying across the screen. Any will do. But the problem is pretty obvious. I get to engrossed and add to the fact that I do not have two pairs of eyes to see the path and read really makes it an inconvenience . After years of doing so since primary school till now have forced me to develop a habit. Walking while reading while listening to music has become as easy as breathing. Although my mind do tend to wander. Which is why i had bumped into emo dude. 

You can not really blame me . He had just appeared out of no where. As my face was nearing the hated but familiar ground, i felt arms wrap around my waist. I was immediately transported to memories. Horrible memories,the worst kind of memories, memories i did not even knew had existed in the first place.

I was falling. The wind whipped my hair across my face as if they had a mind of its own and their sole purpose was to edge cuts as deep as the one along my chest. That was one big cut. It was bleeding and i was gasping for breath. I was not ,surprisingly, particularly alarmed. I had done this to myself. I was prepared for the consequences i would face. Father would be so upset, i thought bitterly. My heart itself was bitter. Bitter towards the pain, bitter towards the fact my new dress was destroyed, bitter at the fact my peaceful trek had to be cut short but especially bitter towards the man who had set in motion the series of events that would have led to this situation. Alas, there was nothing i could do. I was still falling and forever shall i fall. That was inevitable, my destiny. Fate ,as he called it but what was it he had said afterwards? We don't have to follow our fate, we can change it, rewrite our own story, erase the imperfections and learn from them. As tempting as that sounds, how could I restart when i had already lived out my fate, when my time has come , my curtains closing to signal the end of the play Mama would have called "Princess Aether's dream". At least i had the most amazing friend and my loving lover. I closed my eyes and let the darkness come.