LOGINEven though Aubrey won't talk to me, the others still treat me like a person. Zee came a while ago to tell me he and her are finally dating. Honestly, I'm happy for them, I tell him that. He left after a while so his girlfriend wouldn't get suspicious. Now, I'm just sitting on this lonely bench enjoying my lonely sandwich. I could call Archer and tell him I'm done for the day so he can pick me up, but sometimes I feel like a burden. He says he has meetings till 5 and it'll be 5 in an about an hour. I can wait. "Why are you sitting here all alone?" I turn my head so fast I experience whiplash. Ander sits beside me, staring at me. I look at him, maybe he isn't real. But I know damn well he's real. Probably even realer than myself. "Ander?" It comes out like a question. The exhausting thing about Ander is his ability to pop out from the unknown. He's unpredictable too. "Vicky."He stares at my hand on my lap while I stare at his face. He looks tired. Not the exhaustion that comes fr
No. No. No. That's all I keep saying, all I keep believing. Vicky shouldn't be with Archer. They shouldn't be together. He should be with me because... I don't know. When Vicky asked me if I loved him, I wanted to say yes. I was ready to fall on my face and tell him how he meant more than the world to me, but I didn't. I couldn't. Love equals vulnerability, my mother indirectly taught me that. She was — I don't know if he still is — in love with my father. She was ready to give him everything, and she did. And he left her, left her with nothing. I hate my mother for this honestly, she made me love as blindly and senselessly as her. But I can't afford to lose anything, any part of myself. This guy grabs my hand, maybe he can see I'm spiraling. Or maybe he still wants the sex. I don't want it though. There's so much going on in my head, I couldn't pop a boner if I tried. "Are you alright? You're looking a bit dazed."My head shakes no on its own. Maybe I have tourettes. I'll tell a
As I watch my brother walk away, I sigh. Today started as a very weird day. As early as 7 a.m, there was a loud knock on the door. The person had to have giant fists because I could hear it all the way upstairs. And our house is by no means tiny. Opening the door, it was my father and 2 other men. I don't let them in. "What do you want?"He shoved me out of the way. "Where's your mother?" That was a rhetorical question because she was only ever in Angie's room."Why do you care? What is this about? Who are they?" He didn't answer me as he led them upstairs. I was only able to take a few steps before my mother's screams echoed through the whole house. I know I was supposed to run after them and chase them out, but I couldn't. I stayed glued to the floor because I had heard that scream before. The first time I OD'd and was slipping out of consciousness, my mother screamed this loud. With the same fear. I swallowed the gall in my throat and listened to them. "Don't take me away. I ne
My alarm rings indicating the need for me to wake up. I stretch my hands as far as I can reach to silence it. Vicky is curled perfectly beside me, his head on my lap. He's stark naked, body littered with hickeys from last night. Seeing him like this doesn't help my morning wood in the slightest. He turns, twists and whimpers before finally opening his eyes. Gun to my head, if I were to be asked my favorite look on Vicky, I'd be shot. I like him happy, I like him when he's almost reaching orgasm and also when he's just waking up. This is probably the second time I'm seeing his waking up, but I love every bit of it. He looks at me shyly. "Good morning."I pull him in for a soft kiss. The morning breath being only a minor issue. He pulls back again shyly. I'm guessing it hasn't dawned on him that he's naked. Or if it has, he doesn't mind. I'm not pretty clothed myself, the only thing I have on being boxer briefs. "Did I wake you? I was trying to silence the alarm without bothering you
Everybody is out partying today. Maybe I would've gone if somebody actually invited me to go. I press my phone, alternating learning new makeup skills and replying to Kuea's messages. The guy is funny and knows how to hold conversations, but I can't get past the flirting. Nobody around me just wants to be genuine friends with me. That's not true though because I know I pushed all the genuine people out of my life. And now, I'm here tolerating trash like Cody. Yes, I said it. Cody is trash, sue me if you please. Ever since that night, Cody has been cold to me. He's mean and says a lot of weird stuff, things Jesse says. It makes me confused and irritated, but I don't bother clearing my name. The less people talk to me, the better. My eyes droop and holding my phone becomes a chore. That's understandable because it's almost 2 a.m. I tell Kuea goodnight and tuck myself in bed. I don't sleep immediately because my brain prefers overthinking to resting. Everything that happened in the p
There's a knock on the door I don't like at all. I don't like it because the person at the other side specifically calls my name. He's so loud I can hear it from the bathroom. I slip on a pair of sweatpants and a shirt and move to the door. How nice, Cody is here. "Hey roomie."I try to replicate the smile on his face. It comes out strained also because the others are low-key peeping from the kitchenette. "Hi. I thought you were joking when you said you were moving in.""Well I'm here now, can I come in?"I move out of the door way and watch him drag his bag in. Gideon comes closer to us. "Who are you and what are you doing here?"Cody smiles. "Oh, I see Vicky didn't inform you yet. I'm Cody and I'm your new dorm mate. I'll be rooming with Vicky."Jesse scoffs. "Of course you will. I'm Jesse but I'd prefer it if we weren't friends." Any supernatural being who is omniscient knows I'm fighting the urge to roll my eyes. We get it Jesse, you don't like me. But the attitude is annoyin
It's like I'm in a steam room. My vision is blurry and I'm sweating intensely. Faintly, I can hear a child screaming. I don't know where exactly I'm going, but it doesn't stop my feet from moving. It feels like I get closer and closer to the sound. That's when I realize, it's not just any random ch
I know I'm awake, but my eyes refuse to open. I'm sporting what is hinting at a migraine at this point. Aubrey, as expected is calling me. I reach out to grab my phone, but instead I push it off the nightstand. I grunt, struggling to get it. Jesse comes inside, sees my peril and grabs the phone fo
Madeleine is gone by the time I'm awake. She's left me a text though saying she had an emergency class. I help myself to the bread and jam in the cupboard. While I eat, I check my phone. Nothing from anybody. I don't know what I was expecting. This all still feels like a fever dream. I get on my b
My phone is in my hands as I stare at it. The lecture ended a few minutes ago, but I can't get myself to stand up. I'm to visit Archer today. I don't really want to, but mom says I should. I can't be a disappointment at all things. My initial plan was to visit Marcus. Just drown myself in earthly







