A Teenage Love Affair

A Teenage Love Affair: Chapter 29- Hell Girl

oooopsss! Read until the end for a spoiler alert for PART 3 ATLA! =)

Ippen Shindemeru?

It's actually translated as "Do you want to die?" or "Wanna try dying once?" in English language by Enma Ai before she sends someone to hell. Pretty creepy, huh? Well, I thought so too.

I'm telling you this because lately I've been watching weird and creepy stuffs like Battle Royale—you know the Japanese "Hunger Games" counterpart which was made in 2000 and also its sequel "Requiem". Very pulp fiction. And I have also entertained myself by watching animés. Like "Another", "D-Gray Man" and "Code Geas". But most likely, maybe you're asking why I'm writing this in the beginning of this chapter. Well, it's because it is somehow related to what I do and what I wish Marky would do to me. And what I do is: watch Jigoku Shoujo/ Hell Girl. You know that anime about a girl who takes revenge on your behalf through the hell correspondence that appears only at midnight. What I wish Marky would do is: he would log in in that site and send me to hell. A joke it might seem but I'd rather have him do that to me than let me experience this kind of torture and devastation that he has installed me every day.

Honestly, I was already expecting the worse the morning after what happened to Syd's birthday. But what I didn't prepare myself from is the aftershock of what happened. Marky had been worse than the day after we got married. He rarely comes home (to me) and I he refuses to see me at school. It's as if he's disgusted of me or something. I'd rather have him slap me in the face or speak bad words to me. I can take that; but to dump me alone at home what seems like forever, waiting and worrying about him? I can't take it. (T.T)

The morning after Syd's birthday, I've been meaning to talk to him and was willing to fix things. But what greeted me that morning was cold air, an empty house (with only me inside) and a piece of paper telling me that the driver would take me to school instead.

I didn't know how vulnerable I was until I felt my lungs would burst and my tears start to burn my eyes and I felt myself shiver.

Sometimes, Marky does come home; he'd dash to his room without a word and comes out only to get some food. I still stay up late to wait for him to come home. Mostly, I'd wake in my own room and sometimes, I'd wake with a blanket around me. That, I would know that he has come home but mostly, when I wake, he's gone. I really don't know what's happening to him. I wish I could talk to him. We're like this for a week or so now and as my birthday closes, I'm afraid that things will ever get better.

"Happy birthday." I turned to see Marky holding a red velvet cupcake with a candle on top of it.

Sweet. He was even singing a birthday song to me as he makes his way towards me. I felt the whole world dance around me and my heart skipped a beat.

Only then when he was already in front of me that I realized it was actually Sydney who was singing to me.

"Happy birthday, Dennise." He says to me. And as fast as my heart leaped, as fast it faded into thin air.

"Thank you." I said as I tried to sound grateful.

"He still hasn't talk to you." he said it in a statement rather than a question.

I look down at my hands.

"I'm sure he'll come around soon." He tries to soothe me but it wouldn't work. It only makes me sober. "Does he know...?"

I shook my head. "No. Maybe he doesn't." I said. "Marky doesn't care about me anymore. Didn't you see the headlines?"

"I'm sorry. It's my entire fault."

"Things are still gonna end up like this anyway. You just... fast forward it." I tried to be gentle with words. I did try.

"So, blow your candle." He says as he changes the subject.