Today was the first day I dreamt of him.
Wearing a white shirt stood a boy, behind me. His face was blurry but the picture of his eyes was crystal clear in my mind. That shade of blue which I can never forget, which can blow anyone's mind off. It was his eyes.
Zach. Yes, it was Zach.
"Mia?"
Zach stood there still, his eyes boring deep into me. In his off-white shirt, he didn't look less than any angle. But it wasn't him who called my name.
It was Joshua.
"Mia?" he called again. I turned to look at him. His picture was so clear. Those black rimmed glasses covering his eyes as if he was surprised to see me there.
But that was not what shocked me. He was sitting on a cherry brown couch, with a bright lampshade beside it. I hadn't noticed until now that we were in a beautiful room.
Now I stood between my best friend and the boy, who, I m curious to know about. But Zach's face still wasn't clear. Only his eyes were. He was saying something but I could not hear a word of it. His lips moved, but I could hear a sound. He looked disappointed somehow. Now his eyes kept drifting between me and Joshua and his eyes flashed like he was in great agony. But why?
Its then I noticed Joshua was holding my hand. But why did he have to do that? Why did Zach look so broken? Why did he look at me like I was guilty?
I didn't get much time to think when Zach suddenly started fading away.
"Hey! Wait!" I started screaming. At that moment my sweetest dream turned into the worst nightmare.
Zach was leaving. He was leaving me behind. No! No, no, no. He can't be leaving me like this! He can't do this.
"No!!!" I was screaming. Yelling for him to hear. But no. He was already gone. I continued screaming with bent knees. I realized I was crying. Tears fell in my lap when I felt a cold hand on my shoulder. It must be Joshua. That's what I thought.
But when I turned around it was someone else waiting for me.
Jonathan.
The psychopathic creep. The person who had been stalking me for years. He had a creepy smirk plastered on his face and had the same clothes that Joshua was wearing a few minutes ago.
The clear and only difference was the height. Jonathan was tall. Very tall. It made him even more creepy.
I took a step back. He followed me by a step. Before I could run he grabbed me by my neck as he came closer to me. He stopped just inches away from my ear and whispered, "You made me wait a lot baby. It's a long time now that I think you deserve to die, bitch."
I smacked him on his face hard. "Bitch!" he yelled and plunged a knife into my chest.
"Argh!" I screamed. I screamed so loud that even my own pathetic voice was ringing in my ears. "No!" "help!"
I curled into a ball on the ground trying to make the pain go away.
"Mia!" A voice called me.
"Mia what happened?" somebody asked again but I could not see who it was. There stood the monster, laughing at me. But he was calling out for me.
"Mia!?" The voice called again. This time I jolted upright and looked around myself. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. It was Sian who woke me up.
"Are you okay?". Her voice was filled with genuine concern for me. But I could not find my voice anymore. So I just nodded timidly.
But she wasn't buying it.
" why were you screaming like that? What did you see? Was it bad? When I heard your screams I came running to fend you."
I realized I was covered in a thick layer of sweat despite the cold weather outside. I suddenly started feeling guilty when I noticed it wasn't morning yet. My table clock said '3:09 am'.
Finally, after I found my voice I said her guiltily, "I am sorry."
She raised her eyebrows and asked, "why though?"
"I woke you up at this time in the morning," I mumbled.
She simply rolled her eyes. "Are you crazy? It's not a big deal. You are more important. So tell me. Do you need something?"
"No."
"Okay. Try to get some sleep now. We will talk tomorrow. Goodnight." she stroked my hair while smiling at me.
"Goodnight," I replied before she left the room.
Next day before I woke up, my mom had already arrived. She said she finished her work early so it was meaningless to stay back. She was trying to hide the pain of dad leaving us behind but it was still evident in her eyes. My brother Shawn was over excited to see me at this time. Of course, he would be. I am sure he could even have his meal without irritating me to death.
I was happy to finally go home, my home. But Seth and Sian didn't seem to be very thrilled with the idea. They kept on saying me that it wasn't necessary to go to my house. Sian even shed tears that I was leaving her behind although I would just be living next door. Yep, over dramatic she is.
My birthday was less than a week away and I was really excited how it would go until I reminded myself that my birthdays won't B the same anymore. My dad won't wakes me up in the morning with a kiss on my cheek and "Happy birthday princess."
I don't what I did to him but he treats me like I don't exist. Just like Zach.
Zach.
I think I am developing feelings for him. But no that can't last long. It never does. The L word is not for me. It only hurts when you love someone. Love can't be any good. No, it's just curiosity. Not love not crush.
***
Next day was school. I finished all the assignments teachers had given over the winter break. But what scared me wasn't homework. It was how Ariana was going to be like. I don't what's wrong with her. Guess when we meet I will know.
Just five minutes later, after I entered the school campus, she saw me. The sudden change in her expression scared me. I knew something bad was coming.
I approached her with all the courage I could gather within me.
"Hey, Ariana", She was the only one who understands me. She won't ditch me for some other newcomer. But still, I think I was ready if she really would say me we can't be best friends anymore. We would be friends at least. Right?
But what happened next was unexpected.
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