Her words reverberated in my ear forcing tears into my eyes as I sat at my bed remembering what his grandmother said about me. I am a danger? Probably Lisa was correct about her. She really was twisted. It's not that I about to eat his grandson.
She felt some strange dark vibes coming out of me. Maybe she sensed my depression. Maybe she felt the deep pain I feel every time I get up in the morning, remembering it is another day without the person I loved and yes I have to move on.
Maybe she saw, the anguish swirling within me every damn time a happy couple passes in front of me and maybe she thought I will pass on the same to Matt, afterall he too had lost his parents.With every passing moment, tears were flowing down my eyes and the pain was becoming too unbeatable. I clutched my mouth so that the sound of my crying was not heard by anyone else. I lied down and cried some more. I had no idea what my life was heading towards. I was in such a mayhem. Returning to Mint Town was a mistake. Every healed wound had resurfaced and was hurting even more and also there was a fact that I saw someone who resembled Alex. Then there was this nightmare and also the shrine and also the malicious demand of Jon Carles and everything looked like a spider web.
Sleep was not an easy issue. I felt so lonely and wanted to run to someone who can comfort me. It is okay not to be fine alone. It is okay to want someone to comfort you. And I desperately wanted someone, anyone for this, but who?
I absent-mindedly called Matt. He didn't pick of as early as he used to do. Maybe he was contemplating after what happened today.
"Hello" I said first, as soon as he picked the phone
"Hey Emma" he answered awkwardly.
"I... How is she now?" I asked after a small but awkward pause.
"Who? G? she is sleeping." he replied, "How are you though?"
"Not good and that is why I called you" I replied sincerely.
"What? Why? Did something happen?" he was worried
"No. I just don't know Matt. I don't feel good about anything. It's like my life is a mess." my voice cracked. I didn't want to feel like a damsel in distress but I was in distress and I desperately needed some help to climb out of it
"I am coming then." he said
"What? NO!It's already 8:30 pm. My parents will get a wrong impression about it." I tried stopping him but I wanted him to come over.
"Then sneak me inside. You can so that, right?"
"That's tempting but... OK fine. Come." I wanted someone, so why not him and I wasn't doing anything wrong. He was just coming over so I can talk to him, right? So why do I feel all anxious and excited at the prospect of us together and alone in my room. I AM SUCH A MESS.
I ran into my washroom, washed my tear strained face, brushed my hair and sprayed perfume over it. I haven't washed them in days. My hearty was beating heavily against my skin with every passing moment. What if he rings the call bell? I face palmed myself and messaged him.
"Call me when you reach, don't knock or press the call bell" - Me
"Obviously Em, I know how to sneak in someone's house." - Matt
I waited for some fifteen minutes before he called.
"I am outside, come and get me."I ran down the stairs trying to make as less noice as possible. Opened the front door just enough for my head to peek outside. There he stood clad in black button up shirt and jeans, beaming at me. I looked around and opened the gate enough for him to pass. I closed the gate and locked it as it was before. The sound of TV was reaching my ear. Someone was there in the living room. Most probably Tiana.
"Let's go" I took his hand and very quietly climbed the staircase with him.
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A/N : Yes, I am very bad with endings.
Anyways here is a little secret. Emma sneaking Matt into her room is one of my personal experiences, when I sneaked someone into my room. The difference being no one was at home then execpt me and that person I sneaked. *wink* *wink*Share, comment and like
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