One Wish

CHAPTER 5

  Saturday went by so fast. I didn't have anything planned for that day. It would've been perfect, if the party was on Saturday. I felt like the party will be very grand, so I was looking for a pretty dress. It turns out I actually don't have any formal wear. Guess I forgot to take it with me when I moved. So I went to a mall.

It was so much bigger than the one I had in my hometown. Of course I first went to a thrift store, because I still don't have that much money. While I was looking around I found some other clothes for myself as well. "This sweater is so cute" I said in my head. It would be perfect for a spring or autumn outfit, when it's warm enough to not wear a jacket, but cold enough to only wear a shirt.

I got so distracted that when I left the mall with all the goods I remembered that I had to buy a dress. Classical MC, gets distracted so easily. When I went back I found one pink ruffled dress, which looked good enough. I was so tired of shopping, that anything would do.

When I got home, I put the dress on and looked at myself from the mirror. Should I go to the party? I for sure have the time to go, but... It would feel weird. I didn't know anybody except for the RFA members. When they would go to talk to some guests, I would be left alone. I'm sure they're all looking forward to see me, but is it worth it to go? Haah... I don't know...

Suddenly my phone rings. I look and it is mom. She hasn't called me since the start of the school year. Even then she just sent a text saying: "Have a good school year." Ugh...

"Yes?"

"How are you doing there, sweetie?"

"I'm okay. Bit short on money, but okay."

"You shouldn't waste it on some useless stuff then. Do you like it there?"

"Yeah it's great in here. I've made a lot of great friends here."

"You don't sound so happy, though. Something the matter?"

"N-no everything's great! I'm.. just a bit tired. That's all..."

"Haah... I told you, it won't be any better there. It's better to be at home, with us. Why don't you ever listen to us?"

"..." I don't know how to answer to that.

"Anyway, we're doing great here! Now that you're out of the house, it's much less stressful here. Nobody looks at us weirdly too! Everything is just great.

"Huh... Is that so...?" Ouch...

"Yup. You don't need to worry about us! Well I gotta go now. I'll call again sometime. Bye, sweetie!"

"Bye..."

My parents really are assholes. Just say it - it's better without you. I know it is. Gosh, I'm having bad thoughts again. I haven't had them in a while. What did I do when I had them back home? Did I talk to somebody? No, nobody talked to me. What was it..? I don't remember. I just curl into a ball and sit there. I suddenly remember all of those things everybody said to me. "You're worthless!" "Get away from me!" "You're so weird!" "I hate you so much!" "Why are you even alive!" I just want to scream, but there's no voice coming out. I thought I got over this. "You look so boring." "Get away from me, you freak!" "Why do you look like that?" "She's so creepy." "Let's stay away from her." I grab my head and pull at my hair. I start crying. I really feel like I'm going insane again. I don't want this! Please stop it! Somebody, please help me!

Suddenly my phone rings again. I crawl to it to see who is it. "Private ID." The profile for the contact is a drawing of some kind of square glasses with a smiling mouth under it. It's very fishy, so I try to disconnect, but the phone had already picked up the call by itself.

"Hello~~ Is this MC?"

I try to not give away, that I just had a little panic attack. "Y-y-yes," I stuttered something out.

"Huh? Everything alright there?" says the caller worriedly. Well that was a fail.

I just hang up. I guess whoever it was wanted to confirm my number. Well he got that, so they shouldn't call back... right..? As I finished my thought that "Private ID" is calling me again. Fine. If he picks up the call for me again I hang up immediately. He picks up and my phone's front camera starts working. What the hell?? What do they want to say so badly? I hang up again and cover the phone's camera, so if they call back they won't see me. My phone doesn't ring again.

It sort of distracted me from everything else, so I'm calm now. What was that anyway? My phone is just picking up calls by itself, opening my cameras, even letting private numbers call me. I'm sure I ticked it off in the settings. I check and it's still ticked off. Did somebody hack my phone? Ugh, this is trouble. I look at myself from the mirror again. Now I look like a mess: My eyeliner had tinted the dress from crying. I change my clothes and throw the dress into the washer. I hope it comes off.

I just lay down on my bed. I thought I was cured from depression after coming here. Guess not. Who the hell called me anyway? I've heard that voice somewhere, but I don't remember anymore. I lay there and doze off. I suddenly hear a doorbell. What the hell? Did that guy now track my phone to come here? Talk about persistent. I look from the window to see who it is. It is... Seven? What was he doing here? Now that I think about it, that voice could have been Seven's. I check myself in the mirror: I guess I look okay to meet someone. It would be rude to just leave him there so I just open the door.

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