The Curse

Chapter Seven

People gaped at my sight, some already starting to get it and others sharing their thoughts with their friends in whispers.

The air was filled with silence and faint voices. My palms became sweaty.

People wouldn't stop looking at me. I hate it. I wanted to shout 'Stop looking!!', I wanted to slap all of their faces the other way.

Kevin peered at Monica in confusion. She didn't look back at him, she fixed her amused eyes on me and with all those eyes staring, I started to feel as if I were naked in public.

The wind gusted on the place, turning the tropical atmosphere into cold one, sending shivers to those who were out of their tents.

Not now! I thought as I looked to the sky. I wanted to stop my deluge of negative emotions but I couldn't control. I couldn't control anything.

"Horror stories' time!" Scott called in exhilaration, breaking the silence and grabbing all of their attention in alertness.

People teared their eyes from my sight, cheering and clapping in enjoyment of the suggestion. I started taking my breaths again. The wind gusts turned to normal breeze and then the strong air current stopped.

I stood away from the absurd circle while everyone was distracted. Everyone except for few.

Monica was smirking as she leant on her boyfriend, grazing his jaw line as she eyed me. Kevin was oblivious to the hand on his face. He was surveying me in attentiveness as I walked away from the crowd.

Scott predictably followed me to the tent.

"She's a bitch!" I pitched one of the pilows, as soon as I got in, and it hit the wooden central pole.

Scott moved the sod cloth of the entrance, stepping inside cautiously.

"Why would she do that!!" I threw the clothes dangling from my suitcase everywhere in the tent, hurling everything my vision encountered.

"Alicia, calm do-"

"Shut up!" I tossed another pillow at him and he grabbed it midair, his brows wrinkled in displeasure.

He made a dart for me across the tent and grasped my shoulders that it almost hurt. "Pull yourself together, he's just a crush!" he yelled; voice filled with wonder and confusion.

My facial muscles broke loose and my shoulders slumped. I looked at his face that altered into something of regret.

I moved away from his grip and went to a side pole to lean on. I sat and let my head to the back, staring into the arched ceiling.

"Alicia-"

"Scott," I cut him off, staring blankly up, feeling nothing. "He's not just my crush." I spoke. From my side vision, I saw Scott slowly sitting at his spot. "You know when everything you want and all the dreams you persue crumble upon your head." I lastly budged my head to his side. He was folding his legs, relaxing his head on a palm while his eyes were lost on the ground as he listened with grief.

"That one daydream, that one person, that fantasy that doesn't abandon you. It doesn't destroy you and you can't destroy it. All alone, lost on the world, you find that vision occupying your loneliness. You end up holding to it with all your strength, Scott. Because it's what holds you together." my eyebrows were arched in awe, I was piercing my eyes into him as if that was going to press the words into his mind to grasp.

He met my eyes and then weakly nodded as he yielded to my reasons.

He crawled across the room in his usual lively manner and seated himself across of my slothful body.