My Silent Words

Chapter 11 - Chilly breeze

Alexander's POV

Isaiah: Well, letting my brother know that you lived in a mansion four houses away from us was a bad idea, very bad idea. He wanted to come with me to dinner at your place.

Me: What?! That's crazy!

Isaiah: I know right?

Me: I would be very great full in meeting your brother someday. And I hope one of his biggest wishes might come to reality.

With his mention of 'brother' I can't help to feel like I'm about to tear up.

Reminds me of the time I got invited by my brother at a dinner party at his friend's house, man those were the times. But I can't do anything, he's gone now. He's just a memorable memory. How I wish he was here, alive and breathing.

I waited a few more minutes until Isaiah again texted me.

Isaiah: Do you have a brother?

And there it goes. That one question that reminds me of a million memories that two bodies once created.

By the time I received the five-word sentence from the person four houses away from ours, I can't help myself from tearing- no, not tearing up 'cause I'm now crying. Crying because of the times me and my brother spent our times with, Crying because of the memories we made, and I'm crying because I'm wishing that he was alive.

I didn't have the courage to respond to his message because I'm drowned in tears, drowned in depression.

I'm sobbing in my blanket and I unexpectedly fell asleep after that.

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I woke up with no flashing sunshine from my window pane crashing to my eyelids. In fact, I woke up with a crying sky. Yes, I woke up with a cold weather. It was raining outside and it was far from a warm morning.

I got up from my bed with no expression on my face. Went to the bathroom to take a bath and then got changed. And since that the weather was not that warm, I had my own trick to warm up.

I wore my green sweater we brought from the mall a few weeks ago.

I went downstairs to greet my happy mother in the kitchen.

“Good morning, sleepy head” she greets me and I just forced a smile.

“Had a bad night?” she asks again.

Yes, actually my night was very bad.

I nod at her question, earning a worried expression from my mother.

“Oh, baby. Do you wanna talk about it?” she asks and I just shook my head earning a nod from her and we ate breakfast together.

After that, she drove me off again to school.

I let out a long sigh before entering the school gate.

As I enter the academy, I quickly headed for my locker and grabbed the things I needed for the first period.

Physics

Gosh I hate physics. When science and math collides and there are so many formulas and solutions you need to use. Goodness! I'm gonna blow up.

I headed to the room of my first subject and guess what, Isaiah wasn't in his usual seat.

I mean, really. He wasn't there. The person that used to be beside me is absent.

Must be the cold weather.

I sat there on my chair with an empty seat beside me while the teacher is in front of us.

After Physics class ended, my phone finally vibrated. As I looked at the contact ID, I noticed the familiar person who started to text me.

Isaiah: Hey, Alex. Sorry I was unable to attend school today, I have a cold because of the weather. Hope in seeing you really soon.

Ps. I'm really looking forward to the dinner tomorrow night.

Great, just great. My only company here in school is absent.

Oh, well. I really hope he'll be healing in no time.

And the dinner, fuck! How can I forget about it. It is scheduled tomorrow. And Isaiah's game is by Friday.

Agh! What a week!

Currently, I am walking towards the cafeteria all by myself and sat on the usual table that me and Isaiah used to eat.

I always remember his smile when he talks about something. It was kinda cute. And the way he laughs when he tells a funny story.

I was brought back to reality when a group of boys walking towards me and surrounding me. And I noticed that Roman was there.

Oh, fuck. Here we go again.

“Aw, would you look at that. The little faggot's alone. Where's your little friend? Did he got tired while you were straddling him last night?” Roman said earning a few laughs from the other boys.

That wasn't very nice. And What the fuck?! How dare he call me a faggot!

I clenched my hands into a fist.

“Oh would you look at that, he's now angry.” He added while pointing at my fist.

“What are you gonna do now? Punch me in the face? Remember your place you little piece of shit! And besides, even if you wanna punch me, you can't do that because you're just a goody two shoes nerd who only knows how to show shit around people.”

It's hard to deny but he's right. I can't fight my co people. My mom never taught me to hurt people.

I bowed my head in retreat.

“See, I knew you were going to surrender. Because you're just a weak piece of shit. Faggot!”

I know I'm used to being bullied and stuff but no one's ever told me that last word he shouted. I could feel my tears starting to fall. But not this kind of time, I don't want to show them how weak I am (which is partly true).

I continued to lower my head down expecting that he would stop and leave me alone.

But alas, failed.

Isaiah, I wish you were here. Why were you gone at this point of time?

“Nice sweater you have there, mate” one of his boys says.

“Yeah, I would agree” another one said.

No, not my sweater. I thought of that but my head stay low.

Not until I saw Roman picking up a glass of water from a random person and poured it on me.

The cold liquid flow from my head down to my neck then to my sweater and finally soaking me.

But that didn't stop there. His boys also grabbed a bottle each and poured it on me.

I'm so wet and soaked.

I could sense other students from random rooms watching me with pity while Roman's group just teases me and laughs at me.

That's it! I can't take this anymore!

I stood up slapping the table with my hand and ran out of the cafeteria and into the mens bathroom.

There, I cried

And cried

And cried

Until the bell signaling the end of lunch, rang.