Clinomania

33. 9 Months

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=4:22pm, 19th March 2016=

PRIOR TO TEXTING SILAS

"Hey Naya, look what I got?"

[Naya turns around at the sound of the she devil that holds a glossy picture the size of a palm.]

"A little bird told me that you're dating someone on the internet. If you ask me-"

"Well a little bird told me you can fuck the fuck off Karen."

[Naya attempts to reach out for it but Karen raises her hand higher.]

"You really are so rude. Probably why everyone around hates your guts."

"Honestly, I never gave a shit and I never will. I don't know why the fuck you're doing this but you are seriously starting to piss me off."

"Really? You don't have any clue?"

"I don't. Neither do I want to find out. Now give it back."

"Why's it so important? Is he the only boy that'll talk to you?"

"You know what, Karen? Take it. I can't be bothered to deal with you."

[She turns her head, about to leave.]

"You know I wonder... Which Mother would so shamelessly crave the attention of men that she would resort to such desperate measures? That's just pathetic. Haven't you learnt your lesson?"

[In the moment, fury, memories and pain tortured Naya all at once, destroying her like a tsunami demolishing the wall she'd built around her heart.]

[She takes a deep breath, eyes fluttering a little with wetness pooling around them.]

"Here's what you are, Karen. You are weary, stale, cheap and mediocre. Disgusting, seriously. Monkeys look down on you. Even sheep won't have sex with you. You are absolutely pathetic, desperate for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot. In which universe are you in that you would believe you are worth any amount that you can speak of that in front of me? So don't you ever, ever mention it again or so help me God, I will do things far more worse than words."

[But they never fell. Instead, liquid wells up in Karen's eyes. Her veins popping from her skin as she clutches tightly onto her purse. Soon enough, a gush of tears flow down her fake, porcelain skin. A tight slap follows suit onto Naya's face and she was neither angry nor hurt. She felt nothing.]

"How dare you..."

[Karen scurries off, crying, leaving Naya staring ever so deadly into the distance.]

[A wave of nausea hits her and Naya feels sick in the stomach.]

[She stammers her way to the bathroom, throwing up her guts.]

"Fuck..."

[She slams against the bathroom stall and leans against it. Flashes of memories run through her head at breakneck speed.]

"Fuck... fuck... fuck..."

[And Naya would remember how she was in the stall too when she found out.]

"Just... stop..."

[And how she winced at the smell of anything meaty when she was carrying.]

"No...no, I can't do this."

[Or how she craved anything salty at any time of the day.]

[And she would remember how much pain she went through for 9 months, and that she'd do anything to bring it back.]

"Please... just make it stop..."

[Naya chokes on her tears. Naya slams at her chest.]

[The wall has been destroyed and Naya feels everything.]

"I-I'm sorry... Fuck, I'm so so sorry..."

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this chap it didn't really hit my expectations but exams suck up my writing juice, apologies.

if you're wondering why naya acts so 'normal' when she texts silas in the last chapter (c 32. Cheese), you'll find out tomorrow.

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