His Princess

Chapter Four

Dee
Yep. Tee since day one.
She stormed out of the library after i like attempted to apologize out loud in like never. What the crap! Since when do i apologise out loud! I mos just pray on it and retreat. That aside. Apparently i do now. Cannot blame myself though. This kid been acting alien since day one. I just have to keep my mouth shut most of the time and maybe i will be safe. That aside. I am late by twenty five minutes but whatever. It's not like i have a thing to do this evening. So i hit the gym.

Detayn is there and he is like "What took you that long bro?" And am like "Was trying to get her to crack something to me." He practically give me the eye and we laugh it out. He is the one that apparently went to call her so he knows. Anyways he continues with his gyming routine and i do what i do best, sit on the far mat with a towel and take in the view of the ocean as it surrounds since the cube-ish end is submerged in water. Music blasting into my ears. I must admit i have a reaally unnatural taste in music. I listen to like almost anything and everything. Currents i am popping some Linken Park and i must say i would make a very good director of a film because this song and scenery are well merged.

But who are you not to think of some dark truths in your life when Linken has his soul on an operation table while holding a scalpel trying to remove the sadness that is nearly infused with it all but terribly failing at it so he does it but sculpting the words into the walls or the operation room while black substance moves from the soul onto the walls of the OR leaving the newly sculpted parts dark too and in the process readable to someone watching from the OR window. He like lives you choking on this dark smokey-ish substance and when you are finnaly done choking on it your truths come out and wrestle you as you are roughed up enough already by LP's demons.

So here i have it. My sister. My mom. My dad. The people on the receiving end of the operations. They are kind of now surrounding, if not drowning me. Actually the brain is using my environment to trick me into feeling like i am drowning. But i don't fight it. I let myself fall. I let me feel all the emotions. Anger. Emptiness. Regret. Sadness. Lonely. One moment i feel like the devil. The next i feel like an angel. It's affliction with intense infliction of pain. But we have been here. And we don't die, we make it to yet another morning. And make more angel or devil work. It's really hard to decifer who i am. An angel or devil. Because I do one thing. And it contributes to being both. Not to mention going to school. I go to school so i be one on them. One of them up there. Assisting them to carry out thier dirty work without a trace. It's an ordeal of never ending pain and regret. But we deal.

I don't know how long I've been in my head. Or how long whoever it making tissue papers rain on me been there. But it's raining tissue papers in this corner. I am not sure who this is. Because usually the guys stop coming down here like what, an hour ago. Matter of fact Detayn is usually the last and i found him packing. Plus they don't have the nerves to make it rain tissues. If it's Detayn he will give you your space. The others will either find pleasure in making it a joke or ignore you. So this is either Esmelda or Tee. I am not willing to know who saw me creating my own ocean in here. I stand up. Pull my hoodie past my forehead and walk out of the gym.

I make my way to the rooms. Got in mine. Locked it. Flopped on the bed face down. Surfed on any little good things i did and settled on helping Tee. Atleast it was good until i apologised in an ego filled manner. Plus the whole apologising thing is out of line. But we are trying to pick good stuff here. So i helped her with her homework which she didn't need much help with. And i got a new book to read. The book she was reading. 'The faul in our starts' apparently. I was actually looking it up and added it to my collection. That is how i lost track of time. It's really a nice book i must say. If you think one shouldn't read sad books when you are sad. You are too fairly tale. It hits different to know someone outthere have it rough too. Sort of consoling.