Invisible

Chapter 68

Invisible – TaylorSwift

NICOLE's 

My eyes felt too sore, too sore that it took me some matter of time before getting the chance of opening them. My whole body was weak, and every time I attempt to move a limb, it aches. I must've stayed in the same position from the start of my sleep until I wake up. I didn't move an inch.

Memories from everything that has happened yesterday floods my mind, assaulting me like slaps. This is reality. Darren and I are over again, even if we were only reunited for like three days, had our interview yesterday and made love at the evening. Everything was over again. I am crushed again; it feels worse than being gutted. No physical pain would be enough to match this emotional pain I feel.

A single tear trickles down from my eyes, crosses over my nose and drips to the soft pillow. I wish I was just dealing with physical pain, not emotional. I would rather feel numerous stabs than to feel this way again.

"Nicole?" Hannah's voice spoke from the door of my personal bedroom. "Your friends cooked breakfast, you might want to eat?" she asks. She must've heard my low whimpers while I was crying. God, I've been crying a lot for the past days.

I sniffed and tried to speak. "Sure, m-maybe later," I said with a hoarse voice. It sounded too thick and it sounded as if it wasn't a voice of a singer.

I heard steps from the outside and it was probably Hannah who now left the door. I stretched my legs and ignored the stings that occurred when the limbs complained to their new position. I got up from the bed and went to the bathroom. The sight I was facing didn't even surprise me, I was damn used to it. Seeing myself like a zombie in front of a mirror was something I have gotten used to at the first break up. But heck, I looked way worst than a zombie right now. With my skin so pale, my cheek bones more apparent, my hair a matted mess on my head, my eyes bloodshot with the dark bags under it and my lips cracked and pale, I would want to consider myself a monster.

I did bother to wash my face lightly and to brush my teeth. My hands pulled my hair into a quick bun, not minding if there were strands sticking up to random directions.

"Now look who decided to finally show up!" Parry smiled to me when she saw me exit my bedroom. I guess I'm dreading too much that I cannot understand why they're smiling at me too much. JK was seated on the floor, beside Parry, of course.

"What are you doing this early in here?" I asked him and he looked up to me with a bright smile, his small eyes twinkling. Small eyes, that description instantly led me to the man I've known my whole life.

JK's smile was somehow wasn't a smile, it was a smirk. I've known this dude for long that I knew that smirk was about to get me to the verge of his teasing. "Shut up dumbass, its noon." He points out and gestures his hand to the clock by our massive television. It read 11:30. In London, that time is still early for those who aren't the type of morning person. In Philippines, you wake up at that time, and your parents would sue you with the chores.

I sighed. "Hannah called me in my room for breakfast. She must've meant it as lunch." I whined as I went to the kitchen slowly, my energy drained.

"Oh, you know how British people could sometimes be," Parry says as she flips to channel after channel with the remote in her hands. "They're the late morning type of people. Check out the twins, they're still drifting to the dream world." She laughs and I join her. It was good to feel that I'm laughing again, after the rough night.

"So, Nicole, you want to talk about last night?" JK asks me from the living room and I crooked an eyebrow up to him, wondering what he wants to talk about, although I think I know it. Parry must've told everything that happened last night to him.