Hilary

Celestia

Today is the fourth of September and I am so tired. Probably, as you become older the more you want to sleep and that's what happens to me now. I just want to sleep all day, from dawn until twilight that every evening comes it became more drearily. In the daytime, all I think about is sleeping. But in the night all I do is try to stay awake. I guess I'm not the only teenager experiencing it.

'I wish I could stop dreaming. I wish to God I could stop dreaming. And try to accept the real version of myself.'

I slowly got up and gently pack up my chaotic materials in my bag.

It is already past noon until our class has finally ended. I immediately went to her quiet shuttered rooms to look if our pets were still there.

Recently, Hilary and I found a lost kitten around the hallway. Its body is very skinny and has a wedge-shaped head. In a very short interpretation, it was a Siamese cat. 

Under Hilary's research, the Siamese cat is a rare and unique breed that has survived for more than ten centuries in Thailand, they were sacred and used to be guardians of the temple. Many people dream of owning a Siamese cat because of its enchanting eyes, striking looks, and elegance. And this type of kitten can cost you anywhere from around $250 to $1000, whereas an adult purebred Siamese cat costs you more than $1000.

If you turn the dollar into a peso, it may cost 12,700 pesos! Wtf?! 

"This cat is more valuable than I am!" I secretly shouted. 

I was about to open the door, not until someone ride on my back and shoulders. 

"Ahh!" I screamed. 

" Oh, my effin god! Stop screaming!" She shouted while covering her ears.

Its Hilary... 

"Wtf?! Who would not scream if someone piggybacks on you!" 

"O-Ohh sorry hehe! My bad!" She said while pouting.

I just rolled my eyes and turn my gaze against the door. 

"Does the kitten were still here?" I ask. 

She just shrugged her shoulders. So I directly opened the door and went inside. 

The place we went through is an abandoned building. This is not the typical messy type of abandoned building. It's quite clean but it is old, just look at the rusty metals and tanned oak wood. This is not that far in our school and lots of students make false stories about this building. Some of them told that this place was forbidden because a lot of rumors said that this is the place where a lot of students killed their selves due to their depression. 

After we take care of the kitten, Hilary invited me for a cup of coffee to the nearest cafe. As we went inside, the smell of the aroma in the coffee came all over me, which gives me a mouthwatering flavor all over my tongue. That rich, mellow, smooth, brown, powerful, arousing, woodsy, smoky, and dry coffee made me more drearily!

"Are you miss Celestia?" the waitress asks and I give her a simple nod to reply. She handed me the cup of coffee that I ordered a while ago. I simply hold it gently and start stirring it counter-clockwise.

"If theirs anything else, just rang the bell beside your table. Enjoy!"

I don't mind what she has said and begun to drink the coffee with such peace while feeling the hot liquid satisfy my thirst pleasantly. 

Now I know why coffee is named the drink of gods. Awesome haha!!

"Les" 

"Hmm?"

"What would you say to those people who commit suicide?" she asks while her gaze was still lock up through her coffee and gently playing it. "Do you hate them?"

Before I could say anything my cellphone rang. I walked not too far away from her and pressed the answer button. 

"Hello?" I asked for attending the call.

I slowly seated to the right next chair I standing at.

"Les?"

I fixed my seating posture as I realize it was my mother who called.

"Yes, mom?"

"What time will you get home?" It's my mom and her voice is sickly sweet like sugar.

"Maybe before dinner?"

"Okay sweety, Just leave me a message when you get home, okay?"

"Okay, mom" I replied as I was about to end the call.

"Alright huhu! You don't know how mommy misses you, sweety!"

I turned back to see Hilary before answering her. "O-Of course I miss you, mom!" I said almost whispering, trying not to be heard by Hilary. 

"Aww, I love you!"

I walked away from the chair I've been seated in and find a place where Hilary will not able to hear our conversation.

"I-I love you too, mom" I replied trying to be sound sweet, and then I ended the call.

As I went back to my seat, Hilary gave me a smirk.

"Is that your mom?" Hilary asks and gave me an irritating smile.

"Who else could it be?"

"I guess your boyfriend or someone you were deeply in love with is worrying about your safety?"

My eyebrow arcs in her stupid conclusion. "As if I have one?" I annoyingly ask. 

" Oh, my effin god! I forgot BWAHAHAHA!"

"So, what did you ask earlier?" I ask as I changed the topic.

"O-Oh!"

" The thing about suicidal?"

"F-Forget about that---"

"Well, I do hate them! Remember the time that my father has passed away due to his illness?" I pause a bit and look at her. 

"It was the day that starts my hatred. My father wants to live longer. I want to be with him forever. I missed his hug and kisses, which is the best gift that he gave to me." I continued.

"But those fools?! Why is it easy for them to end their life? Even though they knew that there are hundreds of people who were suffering from their illness and still want to live." end of my reply.

"However, suicidal won't stop if their problems in life won't fix or it will never be fixed," she said while her gaze is at the tree in front of us.

"Help? To whom?" 

"Their family?" I replied.

"What if your family was the reason for your depression?" 

"Well...I guess I would ask help from my friends?" 

"It's easy for you to say,"

"But I am grateful to have you as my friend! You are always here beside me. You even support me in the things I wanted to do. And you're easy to open up with." I gently smile at her. 

Sudden words came out to my mouth and say directly into her eyes the word "Thank you".

"You're welcome."