After the pasta-thing, everything was back to normal. We barely talk, I leave him dinner, and the usual stuff. It was kinda really nice of him to prepare dinner just for me.
Then holiday came, so both of us were left alone in the apartment. Everyone in the other rooms were out and having their vacation, except me and Patrick.
“Are you going home for vacation?” I asked him, while cooking breakfast.
“There is no home.” He simply said. I was shocked. Is this kid abandoned, or from an orphan? Or was he kidnapped and he just escaped after ten years? I wondered.
It seems that he noticed me wondering why, so he said, “Don’t worry, I’m not kidnapped and I just escaped after a long period of time. It’s something personal.”
“Eh? How’d you know what I was thinking?” I asked him, with a curious look on my face.
“You are so transparent.” He said. “I don’t know. I think I can read your mind.”
I covered my forehead. “You what?!” I shrieked. “You’re a monster. Are you really human? You look like you’re not.”
He stared at me for a moment, and then he laughed. “Even though your age is old, you act like a crazy high school student.”
I frowned. “Don’t remind me of my high school days.”
“Ooh.” He went closer and as if he was interested to know. “What is it? Is it something personal?” he teased.
I glared at him. “I told you, didn’t I. Don’t remind me of it!” I shouted. “So what if it’s personal, do I have to tell you? Who do you think you are? You’re just a teenager lost in his own world.” I removed my cooking gloves and went to my room and shut the door close.
I covered my ears with a pillow, as if I was scared. I can feel my body shivering. “Fine! I was just joking. Old lady these days are so annoying and FYI, I’m not a teenager!” I heard him shout.
My highschool days are the worst part of my life. Whenever I remember it, I get scared. It’s like a phobia. I shiver a lot and I feel uneasy. It’s a past I can’t forget.
When I went out of my room, I went straight to the toilet and vomited.
“Hey, are you okay?” Patrick asked, who was at the door. He wasn’t looking at me with those eyes. He was looking away, as if he wasn’t really interested if I was okay or not.
I didn’t answer him. I went out the door as if he was invisible and went back to my room. He was shouting at the door. “Hey, I’m going to have friends over, okay. So if you want you can stay in your room for the rest of the day. I’d really appreciate it if you don’t show your face to my friends.”
I cried. Everyone despises me, even before. I just hate it.
