Painting Life

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Not one of my best chapters, but I am hoping it'll do. Maybe I'll change it when I get to the editing part. Vote, comment and enjoy! :D And thank you for your comments and votes :* I've made faster progress in this story than on the others, all thanks to you guys :D Cheers!

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Rida. <3

<  i am drowing. 

Swallowing water.

Crashing waves by my screams.

But it hardly matters.

It never does. >

Eight | Drowning. 

D a n i y a: 

Paralyzed.

That's how I felt, standing behind Haris like a shadow as he looked at me with concern. I didn't want to go home yet. Not now. My parents would figure it all out and they'd be disappointed by how stupid I was. They wouldn't be proud anymore.

I was afraid. Scared more than anything. 

"Daniya?" Haris asked cautiously, placing a gentle hand on my arm. 

Why was he helping me? Was I really that pathetic? He shouldn't help me. I let him down. I refused his offer to walk with me. 

He was too kind. I was the one who wasn't good enough. 

"I don't want to go home yet." I whispered brokenly. 

I just wanted to disappear for a little while. I couldn't breathe. 

Finally figured out they weren't nicknames, yeah? The terrible voice in my brain mocked. 

What a Mommy's child! Are you going to cry again? Another voice laughed painfully loud and I felt as if I was drowning. I couldn't breathe. 

I was being buried alive. 

Gasping a little, I almost fell down. Haris caught me gracefully, pulling me up, "Daniya?"

"I'll be fine." I breathed. In. Out. 

"But you aren't now," He pointed out, studying me. "Let's go have lunch. Maybe it'll make you feel better, yeah?" 

I nodded because I had no choice. He'd take me if I didn't agree. And home was the last place I wanted to go to. 

"Is it even legal for us to be roaming around and getting lunch? And do you have any money? Cause I don't." I asked. 

He nodded, patting his pocket. "I have the money." 

We both walked in silence, a little awkwardly. I could see why Haris wouldn't want to talk to me. After all the rude things I'd said to him...

Swallowing my pride, I said, "I am sorry." 

Haris looked at me, fixing our eyes together. "What for?"

I ducked my head down shamefully. "For calling you bad things...and for being rude. You are really kind. Thank you." 

He ran a hand in his hair, messing it up. "Does that mean we are going to get along?" He asked, irritated. 

The ground transfixed my attention. I didn't want Haris to see me and the answer written all over my face. It was easy. No. Because even after all, I was still jealous and that would be the truth until the envy finally disappeared in to thin air.