Note - Japhia (pronounced like Ja- fire) “I’m fucked up and you will be better off as far away as possible from me now.” Karen’s POV Sometimes British guys can be so adorable, and sometimes they can also be so annoying! And to prove my point, I have an annoying one trailing behind me right this minute. “Wait up, babe,” Japhia calls to me through the crowd of students hurrying to get into the hall for the lecture. There is a pile of books in his hand and he increases his pace while climbing the stairs to catch up with me. I clench my notebooks in my hands, and I double my pace. “Sorry Japhia, the lecture’s almost starting and I hate being late!” I yell to him, pushing the students standing around on the stair to get through. “What are you talking about?” He asks, ridiculous tone dripping from his voice. I hear books fall to the floor, as I look back lo-and-behold the books Japhia was holding earlier are now on the floor and the papers in some books are now flying everywhere and I

“The only problem is; I don’t like sharing, especially sharing what’s already mine.” William~ “Everyone’s nightmare.” He replies. Marco drops the bottle of wine on the bar counter and gets down from the high stool and walks towards the one who just spoke and the thugs holding me turn around and I see William wearing a murderous look on his face. Marco is that male that makes pitiful girls like us feel tall, standing at probably five feet two or three inches. He looks so pitiful now, standing before William standing at six feet three inches tall. Marco raises his hand in surrender. “Look, I don’t have an issue with you man, I have scores to settle with her!” he points to me. William’s eyes avert to me then they go back to him, still void of any emotion what so ever. “So do I. So for everyone’s safety, I ask you to hand her to me.” I hiss, “I’m right here, and for your information, I think both of you are stupid if you think I’m going anywhere I don’t want to tonight.” I wave my c

“Death doesn’t scare me. I’ve stared into its face many times. You scare me because I can’t look at you without going crazy.” William~ As my eyes slowly open, the first thing I notice is the room of which I’m now confined to. My eyes do a quick scan of the room and as I notice I’m not in hell, I try to reason out what must have brought me to my state of being now. Only one name brought the answer; Karen. “Look who’s finally awake.” Comes Karen's voice, inserting fake glee into her tone of voice. “Were you hoping I wouldn’t?” I arch my brow and ask, my eyes darting to across the room to see her on a stool and looking at me. “Would you blame me if I did? I spent three years living like you never exist. Dying would have helped me ensure that fact.” I give her a pain stained smile because her words were hurtful as there were cold. She now reminds me of someone I hate, someone who’s just as cold, someone whose heart wasn’t in the right place. She is reminding me of myself. We can’t

“Nah, it’ll take more than yoghurt to get me there. Maybe a bad breakup, coupled with a broken heart from the girl I really care about and five dozen can yoghurt that might give me obesity.” Japhia~ Four days on==> As his eyes lift from his laptop, he sees Karen lurking around the door and he frowns at her before beckoning to her to come inside. She steps into the room with her hands entwined behind her back. “Was checking up on you.” She confesses as she walks over to the bed where he is. It is true she is checking up on him, just as she has in the past four days, and sheltering feeding and upkeep. William had offered help with something and some bills, but she had refused them. Her job at the library might not have been one with fat paychecks, but it helped to put food on the table for her and she would not relent on that and take his money. She had taken him out to get some good clothes, too. They weren’t many or expensive like she knew him to like, but they were all that she c

“I thought you won’t let me in. That was why I was leaving, honey. I didn’t want to get you angry.” William~ “Have you seen him since that day?” Chloe asks with her voice holding a great deal of concern in them. I shrug and pick a box of cornflakes from the upper shelf and pour it into a bowl. When I put in my desired quantity, I keep it back before picking the bottle of milk and pouring it into the bowl. The water in the kettle is whistling from heat and I turned off the glass cooker it’s on before pouring a little into my bowl and stirring with my spoon. I carry the bowl back to the centre table where my laptop is still stirring it, and grin at Chloe, who is rolling her eyes on the screen of the laptop. She’s wearing an oversized brown T-shirt, one I’m thinking belongs to Seth, and there is a cowboy hat on her head. A few of her blonde hair, which is a ponytail under the hat, keeps falling to her face and she keeps moving them aside. Two years ago, I heard the birth of their so