had lost every hope of finding a single friend here in LA. Inconsiderate that once i used to live here when I was younger, till i was 5. I used to have a few friends. 2 girls, that's all I could remember, Medora and Riven. They were my best friends, at least that's what I thought until I got to know just how many lies they had spread about me. Maybe not every best friend isn't a backbencher. guess I learned it the hard way. Other than that my brother had gotten many friends for himself. good for him but that only made me feel lonelier.
Monday, today was. A day i wasnt interested in living. It made everything feel lazier. It was a day that reminded me that no happiness lasts forever just like no weekend. Even if its the end we have to rise again into a newer Monday no matter how tired we are or how difficult it is to awaken and see the bright sun reminding u that u have to live. My brother was getting his friends over which of course why would i mind. Shockingly though oppose of something i had expected they asked me to join them. That was definitely not something i thought could have happened but it meant alot. Alot more than how much i can express.
A few hours had passed by, sooner than it should have. Talking with me made them realised that i was a little yet lot different from other girls. I had preferences of sports, preffered comfort over beauty standards, didnt sit like how an ideal little doll was supposed to. I was different and maybe that's why i wasn't set with females neither males because they couldn't know how i was.
As we continued aur blabbering we realised we shared same tastes and somehow they considered me worthy enough of joining their so called team and just like that out of the blue. I Had Made My First Friend Group. In LA.
there were over 10 people in their friend group but i was close to only 3. one, my brother, Liam and the other 2 (members of the group) Arzhel and rowen. Other than the gigantic group only we four were a separate team. It had been a few weeks to our friendship and i had gotten to know something.
Arzhel and Aaril were enemies. They couldn't bear the sight of each other. Them being mere inches away from each other would lead them to a fight. Their mothers had been fighting since they were born and that had eventually let to the growth of hate between them. I hadn't told them about how Aaril follows me every time i set foot on the ground outside my house. i still haven't been able to solve the mystery of why and how?. How does he know that I've left my house. Well forgetting that, Arzhel had strictly forbidden me from talking to Aaril. Not a single word to him or their will be consequences i would'nt want to know. Other than talking, i couldnt even react or look at him. Though i wouldnt mind the rules as i was least interested in meeting Aaril i doubted if i'd be following the rules.
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Even though it was New York and people here were night lived. The streets where i was standing currently were a stark contrast to it. Dark empty allies with voiceless spaces that ensured if anyone picks me up and starts dragging me somewhere then no one could hear me scream even if i give up all the energy my lungs are capable enough to carry. The impulsive decision to get out of my house at fucking 11pm in this area was with a reassurance that i knew Aaril would for sure follow me. I didn't even know the man and there was no proof that he would actually come behind me yet i had full faith in him. "ugh what is wrong with you" i thought to myself knowing how stupid i am being right now thinking Aaril would come up to me.
It wasn't even that i had something important enough to get me out of my house at such a dangerous timing. Just a small fight with my family and an unsatisfying amount of rage that i carried which didn't justify my reaction got my feet to bring me up here. A place not safe for a girl like me.
Being a black belt sometimes felt useless to me because i was still too scared to attack someone. I believed that if i attacked i will unnecessarily injure the person even if they deserved it, kindness often if taken for weakness because exactly what i feared, 3 large men surrounded me. I couldn't see their face in the darkness just knew that they were alot more stronger than i am.
They started coming closer. and one hand covered my mouth. The hand was larger than my whole face and muffled my screams with pure ease. terror filled my veins and tears sliped down from the end of my eye corners causing my vision to blur out.
calling for death is the easiest thing to do when we feel in trouble. Just how much other's say death is the easiest escape.yes it is, The fastes escape indeed and probably the only escape for many but it is also the toughest to choose. Fear is all u can feel when u see death infront of your face and i've experienced it alot more than once. Life flashes from over ur eyes and u watch every wrong and right moment that u could never forget go through you as if mocking u for the last time