KING FOR A DAY (A Pierce The Veil Fan Fiction!) ON HOLD

Chapter Twelve

Alone.

That was me. I’ve been locking myself inside my bedroom for almost a week. I hide myself from other people. I hide myself from my friends. I hide myself even from my own family. In short, I shut off the world. All I want is to be with myself and think. First of all, we made a scene in a restaurant about a week and a half ago. Second, everybody in the campus already knows about the “adoption” stuff and they all call me worthless. Thanks to Martha and the bitches, I really do feel worthless right now. Indeed, I am, even my own father shows me that. Third, my so called “friends” left me. It just happened when I went to school and saw Jess on my way but she pretended that she didn’t see me. I spent my day eating alone in the cafeteria avoiding nasty glances and cheap voices around. And lastly, Jaime hates me. Since I agreed on dating him that day, the actual day that Chris and I made a mistake; he didn’t answer my calls and didn’t reply to my messages and e-mails to him. With all of those, I have no more reasons left to go further with my life. There is just no point...

After not going to school and locking myself inside my room, talk-less, eat-less, bath-less and helpless. I am now a complete hermit. I admit, sometimes being alone gives me time to think. Only this time, I wasn’t thinking. I was crying – as breakfast, as lunch and as dinner. I don’t think I felt hunger anymore. There are times when Adam knocks on my door, waiting for me to answer and just gets tired and leave. Everybody leaves.

Today is my eleventh day of locking myself in this fortress. I’ve been trying to arrange my things for a change since I already feel like a living wild animal being stuck in here. I want to get out and breathe some fresh air. Suffocation could be the cause of my death instead of some suicide, I smiled at the horrible thought of me being out of breath and no one’s rescuing. Ain’t it fun?

A soft knock startles me a little, Adam’s not home. He’s in a party from yesterday and he told me that he’s gonna be back after school later. Yeah, he told me when he was by my door, dramatically waiting for me to respond but I didn’t. I never had.

Confused, I put down the dress that I was slowly fitting into a hanger in my hand and walked by the door to listen.

Somebody knocked again, all in the same beat and frequency as the first.

“Allison?” a voice called out from outside of the room and I recognized it was Dad’s. For the first time in the history, my “other father” approached me. There must be something that he needs.

“Allison, can we talk? It’s just for a few minutes. Please. Can you open this door and let me in? Darling, if you’re listening right now or if you’re still asleep, I am recording this and I’ll play it repeatedly by your door. I’m going downstairs and talk to your mother while I’m waiting. Just open the door.”

Is something wrong? Why does he need to wait for me to go out?

I know this is a bad idea. I don’t want to talk to anyone else yet. I am not ready to face somebody with this shame all etched across my face, across my heart, across my soul. How could I ever get a hold of somebody’s gaze? A gaze of pity. I don’t want them to see how I’ve become in just a week of isolation. My scars. Fresh and new scars I made just when I woke up today. How am I suppose to conceal them?

I look around and pulled each door on my drawer finding my paraphernalia.

There!

My red sporty watch together with my seventeen bracelets that was of different sizes and styles. I don’t really care. I grabbed them and shoved them up to my wrist, combed my hair and turn to face the door.

Okay, here goes nothing...

I turn the knob slowly opening the door and revealing my Dad who was tapping on his foot and waiting for me with his traveling knapsack on his shoulder. Oh... Was he leaving? Yeah, as I said, everybody leaves.