The life of a withering flower [COMPLETED ✔️]

Chapter 16

Her obnoxious laughter ring in my ears as soon as she enters the class. My head snaps towards her, almost instantly. I see a bunch of students beside her and my head turns back to the book I was reading slower than it turned to see her.

If you plan to stay with her, stay with her till the end.

Her sister's words rang in my head as a constant reminder for the past one week.

I was notorious for not being able to hold on till the end. It suffocated me.

"Hey", her soft, low voice echoed in my ears as she took a seat beside me, as soon as the bell rang.

I didn't respond, pretending like I didn't hear her.

"Good morning, class", our ever-so-young-looking maths sir, began off with trigonometry.

Between the class, I noticed a paper, slide off on my desk.

You okay?

I had a fight with myself. Do I complain about it to the teacher, right away so that she hates me about it or do I reply to it?

I finally opted for the second option.

Yeah.

I slid it towards her.

The white sheet had a journey back to my table.

Why are you not okay?

She saw through my lie. She saw though me. Why did she get to know me like a transparent glass while I struggled to put two with two to know her? Why would she get to know everything I felt and I wouldn't even know what went through her mind?

I AM FINE.

I wrote back, irritated and angry.

Is it something you can't talk about right now? I will lend an ear later.

She wrote back and I looked her way. She had her eyes fixated on the board while her face was supported to one of her hand and the other held the pen which was placed near her lip.

This is not how it works. I should be the one convincing her about life. I should be the one showing off colors of life. But it's not me.

She looked my way with a irking smile and I looked away.

I didn't want to see her.

I tore my gaze away from her and onto the board.

The boy, Shivank poked me from behind.

I looked at him for what he needed.

"Extra pen?", he asked in a hoarse whisper and I am sure nearly most of the back bemchers must have heard it. Nobody reacted though.

I slowly opened the zip of my box and handed him one.

"Thanks", he whispered again and looked back into his book.

First things first, why is he sitting behind me? Why is she sitting beside me?

All these years, I have been struggling to get away from those toxic people who are just nothing but shallow. They don't mean what they say and all they say is mean.

But, here, I feel a circle twirling in me, dragging me out of the whole I had been. Why didn't anyone understand that all I need is, darkness! I don't want to reach out to light for I know that it is so fierce that it can burn a hole through me and so bright that it can nearly blind me.

I am so deeply absorbed in my thoughts that I didn't hear Mr. Vardhman calling me for the third time. It isn't until she nudged me that I saw a chalk flying towards me which I dodged instinctively.