He was here. The sun was up and in my eyes. The first thing I saw was a sheer curtain attempting to keep the morning light away. The wind blew, sending the curtains up to the ceiling. The few seconds that the window was left bare, I caught a glimpse of the flowers designed by mother nature blooming in bunches and shrubs. They were in a dozen poignant colours, the reds looked like it could bleed. And there were butterflies, two– no three fluttered in my vision. Their wings, quite small but painted like it could only be made for the museum or for Disneyland. The curtain closed and I saw the room more clearly. It was not my room nor was it Nikki's. This room and this king sized bed with a seriously thick duvet must belong to a prince. A prince charming. I knew what this was. It could only be one of those dreams. I smiled because if this is a dream, I knew just who would be behind me. "Good morning princess." The voice confirmation came through.Romeo. I almost laughed at myself.

The TV was on and someone spoke passionately on it, even though the volume was brought to the minimum, one could tell the speaker was angry. And for some reason, every word they spoke itched my brain in a certain way, not a good one too."Turn it off." I muttered as I tried to get fully awake. My eyes were opened but I couldn't see a thing for a hot second. The fog started to disperse with every blink I took. And when it was all gone and I could see more clearly then my eyes started to hurt from the bright light. No one had turned off the TV and for good reason, no one was here with me.For a moment, I wanted to be mad and sad but then isn't this the usual? By now, emptiness should give me an high five whenever it was around because we were buddies forever…even till death.I had expected that at least, regardless of all my troubles and assumptions, I wouldn't die alone. I thought Nikki would be with me, she would cry and possibly miss me and Hussein too, he was always agitated whene

I. Am. So. Done.I took his face and punched a hole inside it. That wasn’t the only poster I had of him so it would take a long time making sure all his faces had a hole in it. Who knew he was such a jerk? Oh, I was boiling. Hot steam escaped from my ears like an anime character in fury mode. I marched around my room tearing off every piece of paper that had the douchebag artist in it. I climbed my bed, my shoes were still on as I had just arrived at my place from the hospital after spending a night there. On my knees I pulled the one he dressed like a sexy smirking English vampire in the Victorian era—he looked so fine but what does it matter? I tore it down, took my super punch and hit him right in the nose but I missed and hit my bed frame instead.Ouch!The sharp pain shot straight to my brain, it triggered the other pain I was trying to pull under. I couldn’t, for the love of God, understand what happened in the hospital the previous day. Every single word he said played in my h

TGIF people!When I posted that on my status with a video of a lone bird on a pole praising Jehovah with its wings, I meant every letter. This week was a lot. Oh boy!Scaling through made me want to put on the 'I'm a survivor' t-shirt and boot cut trousers and then slow-walk around the earth with my shoulders to the sky. My supernaturally assigned week of bad luck and bad decisions was coming to end. It was over, ain't it? Everything was over. The scandal had tilted to my favour since Romeo did the video. His influence ruled over them that I was suddenly exchanged from the villain to the victim in no time. The same people who banded together to devour me were now forming barriers of defenders for my case. Plus, some people now think me lucky for technically being in the same room with Romeo twice. One thing I was personally glad it worked out at the end, sort of, was the thing with Hussein. We agreed to be friends and friends we will be. I wanted more, my whole body, after he pres

ROMEO“Finally! We’re home. I’m so glad we are out of that stupid hospital, at the very least, that one step forward or one roll forward.” Jennifer said as she rolled me into the room I grew up in.She hurried to open the dark curtains to let sunlight in, something she couldn’t do to her heart content when she was in the hospital. She adjusted the pillows already set on the bed, smoothen the non-existent crease on the black sheets that had already been ironed so much the batman in the middle was crisp and clear like a billboard on the highway. She went next to the framed picture on the nightstand, my first award ever where I got best kid actor of the year from the TV show I was starred on, she began to rub the dust off, there was no dust on it. There was no dust anywhere, everywhere I was tidy and ready for me to come in and live like I belonged here. I don’t. I stopped belonging to this household since that day, the day I opened the pandora box of my life.“Are you glad to be back?”