That One Sunrise With You

Third

I lay awake 'til midnight listening to faint pop rock music my ipad plays while I stare at my window. I am thinking deep thoughts when I felt something prickling my cheeks.

There it is. Tears. Again.

I am so tired of doing things all day and not get totally worn off for me to drift off. I am so tired being paranoid about everything. I am so tired of it.

What if I get up now and get the scalpel from my bag? Will it pierce my flesh and end this misery?

Wait. What if my dad can't handle it? What about his heart?

I am so immersed in my mind that I didn't notice dad walking inside my room.

Ugh. Privacy. Duh.

I spoke to myself. Hurriedly putting on a facade.

He handed me a few hundreds and told me that he will be gone for some days because he will be on in business trip.

"Thanks, dad."
He nodded. He was about to shut the door when I spoke again.

"And, uhmm... take care"

I shyly looked away. I sensed his smirk and the door closing.

That was awky.

Zriously. It is indeed. But it's like our usual conversations. No energy wasted because we only talk when necessary and to update on our life for a minute or two then went on our own lives. Simple like a wham but complicated like a damn.

*ding dong*

"Dad, doorbell!" I called out from my room.

A minute passed and two ding dongs was heard.

"Dad?" I called out again.

Oh well. He already left, I guess.

I got up slowly. I have always been a scaredy cat, so who knows if a ghost is down there ready to play with me, right?

*ding dong*

"Who is it?" I shouted as I slowly going down the stairs almost spraining my ankle, startled by the doorbell.

"It's Third. Open up babe, I don't eat animals"

Fvck.