Lahat ng Kabanata ng Colorless : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. And it didn't help that I was having a headache and my vision was going in and out. I felt at the verge of blacking out. I usually had this sort of day at least five consecutive days a month, no in-betweens. So it was weird considering I remember being sick just two weeks ago. Was my health getting worse? It’s been two weeks since I was officially accepted by Ciro’s pack. The experience has been uneventful. Time flew by so fast, and my days consisted of me roaming around, getting random bows in respect. The pack house was currently full to the brim with wolves coming in and out, making a load of noise that was affecting my head. Ciro had business to attend to, so he wasn't there to keep me company as I ate in the big dining room downstairs, and my stupid companion was somewhere around doing whatever. Fed up with the food and noise, I got up and turned around to head upstairs when I almost ran into a blonde girl. "What the hell?" I glare

I chipped at my food mindlessly, my thoughts preoccupied with Ciro. I woke up this morning feeling a tad bit better, so I decided to have lunch downstairs with the other pack members. Most people I came into contact with bowed their heads respectfully and kept their distance. It felt lonely. I found myself wanting, needing someone to speak to me, to distract me from the thoughts of my mate. The only friend I had was Amaya, and she was somewhere, probably having fun with other worriers while I wallowed in self-pity. I wanted her to have fun, but I also needed my friend. Ciro hadn't shown his face since our conversation yesterday. I sighed. I thought we were making progress, thought we had a bond, but I guess the truth of my health was too much for him to handle. I wondered how he'd react when he finds out about why we're on the run and who my parents really are. I sighed once again and gave up on having breakfast. I knew I wouldn't be able to eat anything with the emotional turmoil

The beeping was the first thing I heard before I opened my eyes. Steady, annoying, loud. The heart monitor. I opened my eyes, the light bright was blinding. It made my head hurt. I groaned. My body ached, like I had been hit by a train. My lips were chapped, my throat dry. I was in the hospital. Again. I had passed out. Again. Then it hit me. Everything that happened, Amy. I tried to sit up but the pain was crippling. I settled down back in my bed, glancing around for help. Then I noticed her. Amaya. She was standing right outside my door, speaking to a figure I couldn't see. The person was out of my line of sight. I tried to make out what they were saying but gave up. They were too far away. Amaya's gaze caught mine through the glass door. Her eyes were lifeless, cold. She nodded at the person, without taking her eyes off me for a second. It made me uncomfortable. "Hey Jas," she greeted the moment she entered the room. "How're you feeling?" Her voice was low, sad. She s

“Amy," I whispered, the pain in my head limiting me. "Hey. You've been hiding in here ? Why ? Who's hurting you ?" I had so many questions. "Jasmine. What took you so long?" She whispered. She got closer, I could feel her settle beside me, could hear her silent shuffling. The room got colder. "It's freezing in here," I glanced around, still unable to see anything in the dark room. I hugged my arms close as my teeth chattered. The room still had that eerie feeling that made the hairs on my skin stand. "You'll get used to it. I did," she murmured. "You left me, you forgot me," her voice broke. "I waited, Jasmine." "Hey, hey," my voice trembled in desperation. "I didn't. I've been trying to find you. They told me you didn't exist." My head felt heavier. “Why?" "Because they've forgotten. They've forgotten. They don't care, no one does." "I do," I whispered. “Yes, you do. People like us, people who are different, we have no choice but to stick by each other." I swallowed hard,

"Sooo..." Amaya said awkwardly. "How's it been ?" It's been a week since I last saw Amy, a week since Ciro finally believed me. My relationship with Amaya had become strained since I was declared crazy. It almost felt like she was avoiding me — that is, until today. She sat opposite me at the dining hall, her food in front of her as she avoided my eyes."It's been good. It's my first time being called crazy, but I'm kind of getting used to it." That stopped her awkward movements. She finally met my gaze, and I saw something swirling in it. It almost looked like guilt. Almost. "Yeah?" She smiled a little. “Try being friends with a crazy girl," she joked, trying to lighten the mood. I smiled back. "Definitely can't beat being the crazy girl, though." She chuckled, then averted her gaze back to her food, more relaxed this time. I'd normally be mad or hurt, but I wasn't. I couldn't be mad at her for avoiding me. I was crazy or regarded crazy. Who wants to be seen with a crazy girl?