It's not me, It's you!

Re-alising

POV: Phil

I woke upto the sun attacking my face!

First of all, I have a mirror in my room, which is exactly right opposite to the bed. So, whenever I woke up, I can see myself. It wasn’t my idea, my dad fixed it by saying
‘You’ll woke up to the most handsome person in the world!’

Now seeing myself in that mirror, I wanted to smash it into pieces.

I hate myself but I couldn’t do that, so I just stared at myself. My eyes are like two big cotton candy puffed and red my whole face was like someone punched it hard.

I looked at my banded hands. The pain is somewhat unbearable but not as much as my hearts pain.

I expected it. Cons of crying out loud the whole night!

Though I don’t wanna go to school today, I have to go there to see her. She told me she’ll never cross my path, but that doesn’t mean that she’ll be hiding, I could actually see her!

So, with that thought, I got ready to school. Today I’m wearing a hoodie to hide my embrassing face and eyes from the students.

After I’ve gotten ready, I came downstairs and saw my mom sitting in the dining room and drinking coffee

“Hey mom” I went to sit beside her
She smiled at me and gave me a cup of coffee, which she must’ve prepared for me.

“How’s your hand?” she asked handing me the coffee.

I just nodded saying “Fine” I took the cup with my banded hands and started drinking it.

My mom’s coffee is the best in this world.

Its like magic! Whatever sorrow or bad times I go through one cup of her coffee is enough for me to get relaxed.

“Where’s dad?” I asked looking at her,

“Oh, forget to tell you Phil, He’s out for three days business trip. He came to your room today to tell you this, but you were fast asleep. He left early morning!” She said to me

I nodded But three days, it’s gonna be tough. I’ll miss him.

And not only that, he is my ride to school. Everyday he’ll drop me at school on the way to his office. But what I’m gonna do now? I was thinking when my mom said,

“You could ask your friends to drive you to school”

she was right, except I don’t have a choice, I do have a bicycle but I can’t drive it because it's long forgotten. I don’t wanna ride it, especially when my hands are like this. I couldn’t even close or open my fingers. And also I’m already running a bit late.

I got up from the couch. I walked to the living room and sat on a arm chair, thinking about whom should I call.

Obviously Nyle is out of the list. He’ll walk to school. Max? yeah, Max and Dave have a car.

So, I called Max. Its pretty tough to use your hand when its fully closed by cottons. But some how I succeeded. Within three rings he picked up the phone.

“Hey Max?”

"Hey man, you alright?" he asked with a concerned voice
Its not usual for me to call Max at this time, so he thought something was wrong. Not that everything was alright

“I’m alright bro! Can you give me a ride to school?” I asked scratching the back of my neck. I’m not good at asking favours

“Uh oh, my car got repaired yesterday from the party, me and Dave are walking to school. We’re on our way there” he said apologitecally
I was about to say ‘ok’ but he interupted by saying