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ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖: ℍ𝕚𝕞 & 𝕄𝕖

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After what happened yesterday, I just walked upstairs, cried until I fell asleep. I cried for many hours.

My hands and legs still hurt.

I tried my best to get used to it. The fact is that in this world, I am the only one living. Everyone else disappeared, and I have to bring them back.

If only that was possible.

I pulled my bandages off as I threw them into the dustbin. My room was totally messy with tissues wet with my tears and my own blood.

I stood up from my bed as I cleaned my entire room. It was 6:47 o'clock. I took an early bath and cooked breakfast.

I can't cook much, but watching videos taught me a lot.

I threw off the old sandwiches and served breakfast on the table. I decorated the chairs just like when they are decorated when I eat with my parents.

At breakfast, we had rice, chicken curry, salad, and cold drinks from our fridge. We also had some sweets in the fridge.

I decorated the table like it's a party.

I knew calling them to eat will be useless. So I ran upstairs as I brought a paper and a pen. I wrote them a letter on the table.

My wounds were visible. But the uniform will hide them from others. I ate fast and got ready before walking to the school.

I took my things from the locker and went to the class.

The class didn't start, I was too early. And then I saw Sophia standing right in front of me. Leaning against the wall. Her green eyes were directed at mine.

I was scared as well as she is the class president. But at the same time, I was sad. She stole my bessy, she stole Zoey from me.

Or maybe it's me who gifted her my bessy.

It wasn't possible for me to accept it that I am the reason for all of these happenings. I mean, I didn't do anything.

"Bellamy," She called out as I came back to my senses.

"Yes, pres?" I spoke up. Trying not to mess things up.

I am so bad at starting conversations. "Can you do me a favor?" She asked.

I gave her a small nod. "If it's in my strength."

She gave me a soft grin. "I know you were good friends with Zoey, and it might hurt you to watch me with her," she stared. I spaced out on her words. Yeah, it obviously hurts and if you really knew it, you would have given her back to me. "But please, can you help me decorate the hall for her birthday? You know what she likes the most."

I paused. Staring at her for a while, I nodded.

It might be hard for me, but she will smile. She gave me a tight hug. My face was burning out.

Should I hug her back and tell her to not be thankful and say that I am doing it because I want them to be happy? Or should I just stay normal.

I felt her leaving my body. She stared at my pale face.

My birthday and Zoey's birthday were only about 7 days apart. June 20th and June 27th.

"It was her dream to meet Blake Graham, as you know. The most popular singer in the town." I told her as her mouth kept open. "And I remember promising her last year that she will meet him this year."

My words weren't finished. Her face turned red. "You know him personally, right? Why don't you call him on her birthday? I will decorate the entire backyard of my house and you give her her most favorite gift?"

She nodded with a lot of excitement. I didn't think that it would be that easy. If Zoey was here, she would have jumped on me and started rolling me. Until I fall down.

She left the class, taking the students out of the class inside the room so that the hall seems clean.

I sat down on my bench. The classes passed as usual. Zoey only glanced at me once during the entire time. I ate the noodles I brought for lunch. Olivia, my friend who is no longer my roommate, used to enjoy the noodles I made.

However, I ate them myself. I promised to keep my distance from everyone until they came to me.

I headed straight to the roof after lunch.

That's when I noticed Henry leaning against the wall at the roof stairs. He appeared to be waiting for someone.

I turned around to return before he noticed me. However, it was too late. I felt his warm hands on my shoulders, drawing me closer to him.

Before he catches my sight, I turned around to go back. But it was too late. I felt his warm hands holding mine and pulling me closer to him.

"I knew you will come here again today." He said in a relaxing tone.

He dragged me to the roof's peak. I tried throwing off his hands several times in the middle, but he was holding them too tightly. His nails scratched at my wounds several times, which hurt.

He dumped me where we had met the day before.

His gentle eyes are drawn to mine. I was trembling when he let go of my hand. I took my other hand and rubbed it.

"What's the matter with you? Why are you constantly interfering in my personal life?" I inquired. Trying to get away from him.

"Did you remember what you were trying to remember?" he asked softly. My entire body went numb.

"Y-yeah." I murmured.

"And is everyone back to their normal self?"

I paused. "How do you know what is going on with me?"

It was hard to keep my tears inside my eyes. "Find it out?"

He left my path and I walked downstairs. It's not a coincidence. It's no longer a coincidence. He really knows what's wrong with me. And whatever he does is by following his plans.

I walked home very tiredly. Throughout the entire period of time, I was thinking the same thing. I didn't even realise when the time passed.

I opened the door with the extra key I brought with me. The food I left on the table was left in the same position. I took the piece of paper in my hand and read it myself.

"I know you will not read this, mom. I know you won't too, dad. But by chance, if you do, then please, please stop avoiding me! Look, your daughter cooked for you. Won't you eat them? I miss you guys!"

Tears dripping from my eyes. I know I will get used to it soon. I removed the tears. I never cried again that day.

Three days have passed by. Nothing magical happened again. I didn't have to face Henry again. I didn't face mom or dad either. I never cried again. I didn't have the time to cry. I kept myself as busy as possible. My parents went out without telling me that day, they never came back.

I have to decorate it the best so Mr. Graham never feels weird. And he has an amazing conversation with Zoey. I will make sure Zoey never feels bad. And I will make sure her birthday doesn't turn out like mine.

It was hard for me to learn many things in the meantime. Cooking, baking, drawing, paper crafting, making a stage and many more things.

I drew out the designs and I loved them.

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My exams are ongoing, too busy to post regularly, huh?
Also it seems like new story might pop up any day
*winks*

Nothing to talk about more *yawns*
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Spreading salt in Savannah's wounds, Sophia is way too harsh.
Doesn't Savannah understand?
How weird she is!