"What happened to your leg?!" My dad was surprised after he saw my bandaged leg.
"I just got a cut when I fell."
"It didn't happen again, right, Ravi?" My dad asked while walking towards me slowly.
"Noooo, I'm really fine." Not really though....
My dad kept making weird faces like he didn't believe me.
"Oh my god I swear it's just a cut." I said poking it, "see. It's nothing much." It hurt as hell.
"Okay, please be careful next time." He said obviously not believing me still.
I went into my room and lie down on my bed trying to take a nap. I stared at the ceiling for an hour thinking about nothing. I hold my chest and kept on rubbing it. What is this feeling in my heart? I'm so uncomfortable with it, it's suffocating me. I closed my eyes tightly trying to sleep.
"Ravi.." I heard my dad knocked the door and opened it.
I covered myself under my blanket not wanting to talk to him.
He sat beside me, "are you really okay? What's wrong? I'm seriously worried. You haven't eat dinner yet."
I shook my head not answering his question.
"I'm not forcing you but if you have troubles, you can tell me and even if you don't want to, just please tell me." He said and went out of my room.
I wish it was easy, I don't even know what's wrong with me. Someone please help me.
"Re-really?" I said, not knowing how to react.
"Oh, you must be shocked right? Sorry that we didn't tell you, actually we thought you'd knew seeing how they are close and all." Ken said still looking at them hugging.
They weren't close when we hang out though... I just nodded and went out of the room feeling so weird.
I couldn't hear people talking to me and I just felt like going home. Even when it was time to go home, I didn't say goodbye to my friends. I just felt empty.
I stood up and went to my desk pulling out my diary.
Help me. I'm feeling something weird in my chest, like something is eating away my soul. I'm scared, am I experiencing new life or am I sick? Should I tell my dad? I need to tell someone.
