Hidden Whispers

m i k a e l a // 13

You know that moment when you think someone is following you but you are questioning yourself whether it is just your imagination or reality?

The walk back to my home from the market seemed more and more uncomfortable after each step I took. The questions my mind carried needed to be answered.

When I was young, life was just a joyous ride of happiness and love meant fun. There was no pressure of jobs or paying the bills, and also, no one really cared about how much one owned. It was mere innocence, mixed with a pile of over-maturation.

Namely, sex.

I belonged to that period where losing virginity used to be of great repute. If one isn't a virgin by the time she turns 15, she's the queen. The master of everyone. And everyone wanted the position.

Falling into the same category of the stereotyped teenagers, even I lost my virginity the night I turned fifteen. Obviously, with Jake. But the ride was bumpy as hell. And I regret taking charge and making us go down. I never took charge ever since.

Everything with Jake was perfect. It was as if heaven was blend with honey. The best experience I had gotten with Jake was definitely the moments when we held hands and talked about life. And I miss those now.

Mostly because I have no one with me and I'm being followed.

I looked back a couple of times to check my intuition, but was proved wrong, obviously. Still, the soft sound of the footsteps behind my back couldn't have been a complete imagination. Can it?

Walking slightly faster than my usual pace, I made my way to my house. The sun was setting softly, and the warm golden rays hit my face ever so gently. The breeze was soft, but harsh in equal measures, and it gave me company back to my home.

If one listened closely enough, one could hear the sweet chirping of the birds and the gentle ruffling of the newfound leaves in the bare trees. The winter snow has begun to melt. Summer is going to come soon.

Reaching my house, I immediately shut the door behind my back, leaving my intuition and the beauty of nature behind. Glenville has become a nice vacation already. How happy I am to be here.

The room which I called my heaven for exactly eighteen years seemed foreign now. I wasn't the same person anymore. My choices differed too. Right across my room was Claire's. I missed her a lot sometimes. We weren't always on good terms but I loved her, still.

"Honey, you're back. Coffee?" Mom offered once I got inside the room.

"Yeah, sure," I nodded, and popped down on my bed. The feeling of softness hitting you after walking fast was really pleasing.

Taking off my sweater, I groaned and lay back on my bed. I really needed rest. Too much happened already these last few days. Too much pressure.

I haven't been writing or working for the past heaven-knows-how-many days. The only way to get my mind off this pressure was to focus on something else entirely. At least my head would stop hurting.

Sitting up and taking my laptop on my lap, I started typing a new article on "Fashion And Evironment - What We Wear Is Nature Itself" and started pressing the keys vigorously fast. As if I was running against time itself, I managed to write a full page by the time mom brought the coffee.

I sipped a bit out of my coffee and started typing vigorously yet again. Faster and faster as each second ticks by, the present blurred past me as the only thing that became on focus was my laptop, my mind and I myself. This was the feeling I missed gravely.

In no time, tiredness crept up my body and lay its arms around my soul and the cup of coffee slipped out of my hands, into the plush red carpet, creating a brown stain immediately. My eyes drooped down, and I completely blacked out.

The next thing I remember, I'm dressing up for the house party a few blocks away. Some new couple came to town and I had to go with Emma and mom.

While yawning, I walked out. The streets were buzzing with people, and the house was decorated with lights. It was beautiful. It felt as if life finally popped out in the dead soulless town.

Entering, I made my way towards the in-built bar. My first motive was to have a strong drink to relax my muscles.

"Can I get a highball glass of gin and tonic?" I asked the young man behind the bar. He nodded and handed me the glass.

Suddenly, my eyes drifted towards the crowd. A girl with dark hair stood in the corner, looking at me.

You.

I shook my head and sipped my drink. And looked again.

You were standing there, perfectly healthy.

"Hey, excuse me, can you see her?" I asked the man beside me, and pointed to your direction.

"Who?" He asked.

Looking at your direction, I gasped. You weren't there anymore.

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