Unforgettable

Chapter 4

I look outside my window and I see drops of rain coming faster and faster as it races down the glass one by one. I love the rain; it reminds me that sometimes everything in life is not always sunny. It's not always great, sometimes you can go down a path where it's pure darkness and it's okay because one day it'll stop and it will go away. 

I sit on the corner bench where my window is positioned, with a hot chocolate in hand and grabbed a book. Sometimes I like to read to get lost. Get lost with my own thoughts, with time and imagine my life like the protagonist's. I read to take myself out of reality. Because sometimes, that's all I can do, since reality isn't going to give me any greater good. 

People ask me why I've changed, they ask me what had happened to the girl that was always bubbly and smiling and free. Every time, I say: "Things happen and people change." They look at me like I'm scarred, they look at me with pity eyes and I hate it so much it makes me want to rage at them.

I break away from reading and look at my brother who had the pity eyes. I look at him with disgust and muttered, "don't look at me like that." 

He tilted his head, confused. "What do you mean? I'm not looking at you like anything." 

I shook my head, "Like that, pity eyes. Don't look at me like that. Everybody looks at me like that, not you, too." I stated. 

He sighed, "You're over complicating things, I just wanted to ask if you wanted to go to a party with me." He asked.

I shook my head, "Not today, idiot brother." He threw his hands in the air, "I'm not taking no for an answer — get dressed, I'll be waiting downstairs." He commanded; storming out of the room, I just looked at him in shock. Clearly, he doesn't know what 'no' means. But obviously, I did not have a choice. Great.

I used to love going to parties — I used to love doing what all my friends do but I just grew out of it. It's been a while and I actually forgot how to party. I looked at my closet and I just picked out a black dress that I haven't worn in a long time. Fixed me hair into a messy bun and wore the most comfiest shoes — converse. 

"I'm ready!" I yelled through my door. 

"Good, now hurry up — we're already late." He yelled back.

I took on the surroundings figuring where this party is and tried to remain calm because God knows how long I've been in a party. Let's just say it's been a while and I was really nervous. I was fidgeting so much. We turned into a street and I could hear the loud beat of the music, and cars were parked along the streets. 

I knew this street, I knew this house, I knew the person who was throwing the party and I quickly looked up at my brother, panicking, "Why the hell did you not tell me?!" 

He hesitated. "Well... you wouldn't have come if I told you right away." 

I smacked him in the arm and he yelped, "Ouch, what was that for?!" 

"You deserved it." I muttered. 

He parked by the house. There was so many people. All the lights of the house were up and it looked so alive. It was such a simple house, it was glass house, it was one of the greatest house in the neighbourhood, because of the fact that his parents were architects. 

I suddenly feel like throwing up and I didn't even drink, yet. "He's not here." Alex informed. I knew he wasn't but it's still making me nervous. I haven't been in this house for a long time, but it looked exactly the same the last time. "C'mon, let's go!" He got out before I could even say a word, 

I could hear the people calling his name and some of the football players hugged him as he walks in. I was still in the car — contemplating to get out or not. Alex looked back and motioned me to get out.