"It's My Fault" - Damian Wayne
The Sequel to Sleepover 💐
Whatever Jon has seen in his nightmare had came to pass. Only, this time, the heroes were ready for it. But not everyone had a victory. After the battle, Jonathan Kent was rushed to a hospita...
I got into my car and drove back home. I parked the car in the Batcave. It didn't take me long to noticed Alfred walking towards my direction. I turned off the engine, push the door open and got out of the car.
Me: (closes the car door)
Alfred: I just heard the wonderful news Master Damian. Isn't this fantastic!
Me: Yes, of course.
Alfred: (studying Damian's face) Are you alright son?
Me: Never better. I'll be in my room. (Walking pass Alfred)
Alfred: Oh wait, Master Damian. (Stood next to Damian) the reason I came to see you is to inform you that you've been invited to Jon's Welcome Back party.. which is in another hour.
Me: Just me?
Alfred: Oh no, we all are invited. Master Bruce, your brother's and sister's, and even me.
A party huh... After hours and hours trapped in the hospital... a party is just what he needs.. (Hurtful chuckle) enjoy it Kent. I will not be able to make it.
Me: Okay, got it. (Walking away)
Alfred: You are going... right?
Me: (stopped walking) I, don't know. (Continue walking)
I got into the Manor and made my way up to my room. I twist the door knob and push it open. I got in and shut the door behind me. I switched on the lights and air con, tossed my backpack to the bed and head over to my closet. I took my towel and walked over to the bathroom.
15 minutes later.
After washing my face with soap and warm water, I look up into the mirror.. staring at my wet self reflection. The waters rolling down from my face and dripping onto my feets. It is said that when you look at yourself in the mirror, you will see yourself three times as good looking.. if that were to be true, then why am I seeing the opposite.. why, do I feel so much hatred towards the person in the mirror. My eyes began to catch some tears but I quickly blinked them away and got out of the bathroom. I walked into my closet and switched the lights on. I pull open my cabinet and took out a simple white tshirt and a pair of sleeping shorts. I put them on and got out of the closet. I headed back to the bathroom because I forgot to collect my old clothes. When I got in, I slipped.. and hit my nose on the sink.
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My nose started bleeding which made me to sit up and use my hand to wipe it off. The pain was there but bearable. The bleeding later on stopped. So I got up and washed the blood off my hands and cleaned my nose. I took my old clothes and tossed them into the washing bin. I head over to my bed and took a seat. I unzipped my backpack and took out my phone. I quickly realised that the phone I pulled out, wasn't mine but Jon's.
Me: Shit.... I forgot to give it to Superman.. (sigh)
I kept his phone aside and reach into the backpack again, pulling out the other phone which was mine. I then kicked the backpack to the ground and lay on back, pulling my knees close to my face. I unlocked my phone and locked it back because I didn't feel like using it. I then kept my phone aside too. I reach for the small pillow that was sitting in front of me, and hugged it. I closed my eyes and began thinking. It really surprises me on how I could feel so hurt even when no one, is hurting me... I mean, how can I get hurt over someone who's never hurt me at all. It doesn't make any sense! I twist and turned about, trying to not release a single tear.
Knock on the door.
Dick: Damian.. come on, we're all ready.
It was Dick, outside of my room. I'm guessing he came to get me to go to the party. He knocked a couple more times but I didn't get up to open the door neither did I answer him. He eventually gave up knocking and just came right in.
Dick: Damian? (Walked towards Damian and stood) you're not ready?
Me: I'm not going.
Dick: Wait, what?? Why?
Me: It's probably for the best. (Turned to look at Dick) If you're a true brother, make up a convincing story on why I couldn't attend. Especially to Jon. (Turned back to his original position) I would be grateful for it.
Dick: (sighed and rubbed Damian's shoulders) okay little D. I got your back. (Turned around and began walking towards the door)
Me: Wait..
Dick: (stop and turned around) yes?
Me: (holding out Jon's phone) give this back to him. It's his.
Dick: (took the phone and studied it. Then kept in his pocket) alright. (Turned around, walked out of the room and closed the door)
Dick has already left the room. And I couldn't help but feel a sob trying to burst out of me.. I kept holding myself together, hoping to not breakdown. (Sigh) All these years of knowing Jon, I've always had a feeling for him, but I've never been able to admit it because I thought I was just being stupid.. as usual. During our sleepover last year, I felt the feeling in me grew stronger, when I sang him a lullaby.. however, I kept denying it.. thinking it was fake. But then, during my time in the hospital with him, and the conversations I've had with Monica, or Havania.. made me realise that those feelings, were very much real. (Sigh) Yes I admit it... as unprofessionally as it sounds, I've fallen in love with my best friend.(Tears started welling up) but that's just me.... I don't think he would ever, feel the same way towards me. I don't blame him. I mean, who could ever love someone who's broken? Damaged beyond repair... (tears leaked out) no one.. not, even, me. I've come to know my feelings for him were true.. but that doesn't mean I'm going to tell him. If I did tell him, and he doesn't feel the same way towards me, that might just ruin our friendship... and I really, don't want that to happen. I'd rather suffer in silence than break our friendship.
