Rerun Life 》by S.J. Victoria
You wanna hear the most clichè parts of this story? There was a girl. Always ignored, never bullied. Nobody ever talked to her. She had no friends. No one to accompany her. Heck, she doesn't even get asked questions by a...
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July 2018
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I stayed rooted outside the gates of our campus. My back leaning against the wall. People continued to trudge on and minding their own business, leaving this helpless girl sulking in public.
I hated this. I didn't ask for this way of living.
I looked up and watched the distant sky. Seconds. Minutes. Hours. They all passed by swiftly yet I didn't budge an inch. I didn't flinch or even blinked. I sat there like a marble statue unable to resist to witness the passing changing of the colors of the sky. Sunset came and went. Clouds were replaced by twinkling bright stars and the moon glowing in all its glory.
Full moon. I've always had a thing for full moons.
I managed to perfect the art of managing to keep still for long hours. Truth be told, I didn't even practice it. It came to me so naturally. Because that is how I'm supposed to be.
To keep still because no matter how fast I move, I will still be unseen.
A movement caught my attention and I pried my eyes away from the sky and settled on the black figure looming against the artificial lighting inside the store. His dark silhouette a dark contrast against the brightness as it stood unmoving outside. I squinted my eyes and tried to get up.
I felt tingles on my skin though I didn't feel the cold air breezing by. I always feel chilly but no matter how cold it is, no matter the negative digit representing the temperature shows it to be, I don't feel the cold. It doesn't bother me. But I always feel chilly. Just a distant sensation teasing me. Because for one, I don't feel anything.
But right now, gawking at this dark figure, it felt like I was transported to the Northern Pole. I rarely get this sensation and only when this dark figure decides to grace me with its presence. Since I could remember, it pops out every once in a while. And over the time, it gets closer and closer. A step closer since its last visit.
"Y-you." I croaked. I tumbled forward and dragged myself until I was on the road but sharp honks made me whipped my head around. I gasped as I stepped back, letting a double-decker bus pass by. The thought of the driver seeing me stunned me until I saw stray dog whimpering as it scurried away from the road, taking refuge in a nearby building. I noticed the driver of the bus muttering profanities under his breath and I watched the bus as it passed by in front of me. Though it seemed unnecessary, uneasiness washed over me as I let those few seconds pass by while letting the bus go to its nightly routine. Never did I get the chance to see the face of the dark figure. The person that seems to be aware of my presence in this world. I've always thought that this person is watching me and is like me. Because if it's not, it'll never disappear like now.
