Transcending the boundaries

This Doesn't Feel Right

I look around my room, dark, dismal, decorated in purple and black with spider curtains and cobwebs, and sigh. There's a knock on my door and I groan, turning my music up on my headphones. My corkboard is empty and leans against the wall. The knock grows louder.
"Ugh, what?!" I snap, pulling my earbuds out, the music now tinny above the whirring of my standard air conditioner. The door opens and I see the familiar green and black outfit of Remus.
"We're having a little get together in my room. A little paranoia could be a great addition to the party," he says, smiling wickedly. I groan at the name. "Everyone is there. You don't want to be the only one who didn't go, do you?"
No of course not. I sigh and set my headphones down, shoving my phone in my pocket. Remus smiles devilishly as he leads the way to the room he shares with Roman. "Everyone, paranoia has arrived." I cringe inwardly. Then I hear the whispers.
"Why?"
"Who invited him?"
"He's just going to ruin everything."
I bite the inside of my lip and swallow a lump in my throat. Everyone is looking at me like I'm poisonous. I look down at the floor with only one thought: this isn't right.
"Now now everyone. Let's enjoy his presence," Remus declares. The dark sides mutter in a circle, glancing at me, and the light sides glare at the dark sides and cast side glances at me. I'm stuck in the middle.
I look at the light sides, my heart wanting to pull me to their circle. But they look at me like I'm the scum of the Earth.
I look at the dark sides, the way my body shows. I should be going with them, but I can't make myself move. I can't seem to make my feet even shuffle towards the circle.
"What is he doing?"
"Go to your circle."
"You belong with them."
These words come from the light sides. I glance at them again and find all of them making faces. Well... All except one.
He looks at me with interest. He wears a pastel blue shirt with a light grey sweater wrapped around his shoulders and tied at his chest. Thick, black glasses frame his eyes. When he notices me looking, he looks away and pretends to be interested in the conversation happening.
Slowly I join my respective circle and do the same. But one thing is for sure: this just doesn't feel right.