Evanesce (On Hold)

Evanesce (7) - Friends and my TV

“I don’t feel like doing anything” –Bruno Mars

“Why the hell doesn’t this grape jam just stick on my sandwich?” I whined, frustration dripping from my words.

It has been hours since I started my hunt for food, and I messed up our refrigerator pretty bad. I could pretty much be identified as a scavenger if other people saw me. But, the truth is, it’s two o’clock in the freaking afternoon and my stomach is gnawing my insides. Starvation isn’t getting the best of me.

Looking hours back, Nilla, Sierre, Nate and I were lounging around the living room, watching cartoons, per usual. Turned out that Nate’s mom instructed them to go home at seven in the evening, so they hurriedly went out of the dorm by eight. They may be more than punctual at school, but when it comes to other situations, it’s a totally different story.

We understood why they had to go home all of a sudden, though, for a reason Sierre and I have always experienced way back then. Since Nate’s mom has just gone back to their mansion to take a break from her business trips, she wanted to see her own son and Nilla before she has to go back after a few days. Being wealthy is a title others would die to get, but all I actually want is a normal life. I don’t care whether I have tons of cash on my palm or not. I mean, what’s the use if you’re just lounging around your house by yourself? My mom was never around, and my dad...

My dad... The thought makes me sigh. It’s totally unfair.

With all the bad things my mom and I have been through as the years passed, it didn’t exactly help. Of course we had a pretty nice relationship when I was still the golden girl. But that was all because I was like a slave; following my mom’s orders. I felt like my inner self was locked up somewhere inside me, struggling to escape and face the real world. But of course, I had no choice but to keep up my disguise, since bringing out who I really am and damaging my family’s reputation won’t please my mom. But when I just did, it seemed like she doesn’t want to have any sort of connection between us.

Despite of what happened with my dad and brother, my mom, I know, is really strong. She embraced fate like how she’s supposed to. I have been thinking that the only reason she ‘held me captive’ is because she doesn’t want anything bad to happen to me. But she doesn’t understand what I’m also going through.

Yet, I’m all she ever has.

A small chuckle left Sierre’s lips as she walked towards me. “Fiere, that jam just got out of the freezer. It’s still ice-cold. Of course it won’t cooperate.”

I pouted. If this won’t ‘cooperate’, what am I supposed to eat?

As if on cue, Sierre handed me a burger which I gladly took. “Here, eat up.”

“Oh Sierre, you life-saver,” I mumbled in-between bites as I savoured the taste of food back on my tongue.

Then I finally realized why Sierre’s laughing.

I shot her a deathly glare as I screamed at her, “You had food all this time and all you did was to make fun of me as I technically ravaged our refrigerator? Gosh, I felt like dying back there!”

Her snickers increased as she raised an eyebrow. “You never asked.”

“You should have known it!”

She simply rolled her eyes as she went back to the living room and plopped down on the long couch. “Anyways, Nate’s going here in a few minutes. Nilla can’t make it since Nate’s mom insisted that they should go to the mall to have some girl time or something.”