Aphotic ✔️

Chapter 50- Guilt

"keep making me laugh, let's go get high" _anonymous
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I forced myself out of bed hearing the alarm clock as I sighed starting another day of my life.

Moving downstairs I saw my Mom in the kitchen with an emotionless face I was used to and my dad working on the laptop not aware of my existence as it always is

"iris go to the basement and bring me an empty file" he spoke without taking his eyes off the laptop

I nodded silently in respond, making my way towards the basement. I turned on the light which barely helped me see among all the dust and things that were abandoned simply because they had turned useless or not interesting enough anymore.

I moved towards the old, wooden bookcase grabbing an empty file from there while shaking the dust off it.

As I was doing so my eyes caught the site of an old, rather huge rustic box at the far end of the basement. Why it caught my attention was because it was clean.. To clean for an old dusty basement

It didn't have a speck of dust on it, which made me wonder if someone had frequently visited it. I moved towards it before my dad's growling voice was heard in the distance

"iris! All I told you was to grab one damn file" sighing I returned back up as my father stood at the top of the stairs furiously snatching the file out of my hands while mumbling curse words under his breath which I could hear very clearly

Without saying another word I stepped out of the house, not bothering to say goodbye. I could feel my mother's eyes on me digging into my skull from behind but I couldn't care less at this point.

I had become very courageous in the past few weeks, I started to appreciate the shape of my body and realized that I had a perfect hourglass shape and not overly wide shoulders.

I liked how my eyes filled my face contrasting with my rather small nose but plump lips. I had started to find myself beautiful.

I could express my emotions without feeling the need to hide myself every time. I could show if I'm annoyed, angry or offended and I started feeling like myself again. I wondered what had triggered that sudden change but I seemed to like it.

The weather seemed exceptionally nice that day, it was cloudy and chilly but not so cold. And the calming wind blew through my hair caressing my scalp ever so lightly a feeling of satisfaction spreading throughout my body.

I walked and walked. In parks, random tracks surrounded by trees that had now started to shed leaves. I saw children playing around, young couples pressing a kiss against each others lips in affection and walking with intervened arms. Old people smiling feeding random birds along the path. Some walking some standing some sitting. I seemed to have noticed how beautiful all these little things were

Looking at the time I sighed it was past 9 now, however I didn't rush towards school. What was the need if I was already late?

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I stood before the door as I opened it slowly, feeling all eyes on me it was ten o'clock now and the third lesson was about to end.

In the crowd of students my eyes caught a familiar figure that I didn't expect would be there today.

Arron smiled at me slightly before me. Swenson's voice cut in

"iris tan" he walked towards me with his hands at his back

"are you no longer the new student or are you influenced by arron Scott?" he taunted causing the class to laugh and whisper.

I wanted to reply 'both' but controlled the urge to do so as I bowed apologetically moving towards my seat. I could practically feel him shake his head in disappointment.