Chapter 5: Fantasies that my mom has

I woke up half dead. 

 

My heart began pounding fast in my chest, the blood pumping through my veins...

 

A nightmare? 

 

I felt tightness in my chest as I struggled to breathe. I shoved the werewolf book aside with was lying on my stomach. 

 

Mom was right. 

 

Reading all those werewolf stuff gave me a freaking nightmare. 

 

I wanted to get up but my whole body felt numb, tired and dead...

 

I couldn't die from a nightmare, right? 

 

Like seriously. 

 

Dragging my whole I reached my bathroom somehow which felt like I have already walked a mile to reach here. 

 

And as I looked at the mirror in my bathroom, I just didn't want to brush my teeth. But I had to do it I couldn't afford to show my dazzling yellow teeth which will become Edward's next teasing topic. 

 

After all the brushing, bathing or dressing procedures I walked to my mom who was packing some boxes. 

 

Yeah, I was moving today. 

 

I wanted to tell mom about my nightmare. Like how realistic it was? But I decided against that. 

 

If my mom heard about this then she would have again protested against my decision of living alone. Saying this means something bad will happen. It's not good to live alone. Seriously why do old people have to be so superstitious?

 

My mom gave me a big, sweet smile though I can see she wasn't really happy. It made me a bit sad. Still, I will move out. 

 

Nothing can stop me today. 

 

Ding dong! 

 

They were here. It was time for my departure. 

 

The whole ride to my new apartment was too silent. I loved peace but this silence was killing me.  Everyone; me, mom, Auntie Bella, and Edward helped move in the boxes to my new apartment '444'. 

 

"Why is this 444? Can't you find another apartment with a decent and lucky number?" My mom scolded. Everything looked suspicious to my mother. Like everything.

 

"Mom this is good enough I like it." 

 

"And I do not like it." Mom placed all the items from the boxes in the kitchen. 

 

Suddenly she signed, "Moon I wouldn't have minded if you said you wanted to marry Edward and move into his house. Or were pregnant with his second child-" 

 

"Mom!!!" I slammed the books on the dining table which I was supposed to carry to the bookshelf in the bedroom. 

 

"What? I was just saying." And she again started to sort out things in the kitchen as if she just didn't tell her daughter to be pregnant at this age. I could hear Auntie Bella's giggling loud and clear. Was even Edward was laughing? They both were bringing in some more boxes. 

 

Seriously I wanted to go and bury myself. I covered my whole face with my palm. While they continuously went on laughing and giggling. 

 

 

"Anyway why second child?" Of course, this logical question had to come from none other than our 50-year-old and the most irritating guy on earth. 

 

"Well, who knows you both might be already hiding the first child-" I again cut my mom off by yelling at her. That was it. I should get out of here. 

 

This was too much for my innocent heart. 

 

Okay, I admit it's not that innocent but still it is. At least it's not spouting out all of his fantasies right in front of the whole world. 

 

I picked up my poor books which got slammed on the table just because of my pregnancy fantasies of my mother. I muttered my precious book a sorry. 

 

"Emma. Stop teasing her now. That's enough. She is too young to hear any of that," Said the one and only angel remaining there; Auntie Bella. 

 

 

With that everyone went back to working still the two ladies giggled over something that I didn't want to know. Their fantasies were too dangerous to be heard by my innocent heart. 

 

Okay okay. Correction: not-so-innocent heart. 

 

After all the efforts and trouble. Finally, the apartment was set. Well at least good enough for me to sleep at night. There were still some boxes of my clothes and books. 

 

While empty boxes were scattered on the dining table and in one corner.

 

I took a good look at my new house. It was quite small compared to the house I used to live in. 

 

There was a small hall with a sofa placed in the middle and the T.V placed on the walls in front of it. There was nothing on the walls other than a clock on the left. I wonder if I should add some pictures there. I'd look nice.

 

 

The kitchen was just some steps away. Small and enough for me, someone who is too lazy to cook. 

 

What I didn't like were the floorings. It was too shiny and polished white tiles. That I was sure if I don't pay attention I might end up breaking my nose one day. 

 

I was too tired to admire or to think about what should be placed where. The interior designer in me who wanted to design the whole house was also tried. 

 

The room was a mess. I somehow walked carefully, trying not to step on something or fall on my stuff and reached my bed. I collapsed on it. My whole body pained. 

 

I did love peace but it was too peaceful for my liking. Somewhere I was excited yet I was feeling...

 

I can't believe I felt a bit lonely. 

 

I immediately got up. Separating myself from my precious bed I sat on the chair in front of my study table. 

 

Trying to forget everything and focus on my new life I start scribbling some weird-looking spider web words. Yep, from my writing, I'd thought I might become a doctor. Well, people do say all the time, that doctors have the worst handwriting.

 

But after seeing blood just two days ago. I don't think I'd like to see any more bloody corpses around myself. 

 

I didn't want to faint again and of course not want to let some dying guy accidentally hug me. 

 

Yeah if it was some k-drama it would have seemed like 'awww' if a handsome guy were to hug me accidentally but no in my life I had to just get hugged, correction; accidentally get hugged by a dying guy. 

 

I wondered if someone came to claim his body and from that, it reminded me of the green pendant. 

 

I'd asked my mom about what to do. She said it didn't look like a pendant a guy would wear it had girly vibes. So we concluded maybe someone's pendant got hooked on my dress in all that commotion. 

 

Maybe... I wasn't sure. I was still deciding over if I should throw it or keep it. The beauty, the stone sparkled made me not throw it away.

 

Something about it attracted me, tempted me to keep him. It glows in dark, making it look magical.

 

As if it said please do not abandon me. I don't think I am not that bad of a person to abandon this poor pendant. Right?