𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐚 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬
What happens when two completely different worlds full of sadness, jealousy, love, hate, and temptation meet each other?
𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐚 is a closed-off girl with a talent for drawing. She's sassy...
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I STAYED AT HOME for the rest of the week. I knew I wasn't going to stand any more looks from the people in school. The rumors spread like wildfire. Everyone was talking about me, but not about what happened to my family. No, they were talking about what happened with Diego.
The funny thing is they don't know what happened. Diego twisted everything around.
Speaking of Diego, he tried to contact me but I blocked him everywhere.
I hope he doesn't show up. That's my only wish. I don't want him near me ever again.
I have still been thinking about that night on the bridge. Where Alec saved me. Honestly, I was mad at him. He should've let me jump. It was my only option at that point.
Why was he even there? I was alone before I claimed onto the edge.
Shaking my head, I stopped thinking about all those things and continued drawing.
Drawing has always been my favorite thing since I could remember. My parents bought me pencils and canvases to draw on when I was little. That's how I got into drawing.
Mostly, I draw landscapes but sometimes I like to test myself and go further where I draw portraits, architecture, and photorealism/hyperrealism where I want to draw more realistically stuff in detail.
Smiling to myself, I continued drawing on my canvas, thinking of so many things. But these thoughts were crushed down by a wave of sadness and loneliness. I stopped drawing and looked up into the mirror in front of me.
I shouldn't be smiling. I shouldn't be happy about anything.
Watching my tears fall down my face, I let out a soft sob and wiped away the fallen tears.
I will never see that happy girl that I once was ever again. She died along with her family that night. Left was a miserable girl who is alone in this cruel world.
A knock on my door disturbed my thoughts, making me jolt up from my seat.
I slowly walked towards the door and opened it without looking through the peephole. Alec stood in front of my door with his hood up.
''Hi?'' I said which sounded like a question. ''We need to talk,'' he didn't wait for my answer and got inside the house and made his way to the couch.
I followed him and sat down on the vouch a few feet away from him.
''What do you wanna talk about?'' I asked while staring at my fingers and nervously playing with them. I felt his eyes burn the side of my head.
It's the first time since that night that I have seen Alec. ''Are you okay?'' he asked.
