Victim of Circumstance | UNDER RIGOROUS EDITING

Chapter 24 - Said & Unsaid

||Valeria||

NINE MONTHS AGO!

Growing up I always heard my parents talking about circumstantial somethings. Things like reports, researches. What I didn’t know then was that when something is referred to as circumstantial, it’s specific and detailed. A report or so that’s armed with up to date particulars, that can give you a clear road as to how what happened, happen. You might be wondering why we’re talking about circumstantial writings? What has that got to do with anything? Well, to answer that, following information will surely tame your curious mental-beast.

Cryptic much? I know.

Let’s take it from the top.

Ann Mercy Jons. An eighteen year old, buoyant, active and highly expressive girl which I had the fortune of meeting three or so years back. Like I told you before, we met in the school cafeteria or Kiosk, the way the students like to call it. I was standing in the queue waiting for my chance to order my food patiently. But the insistent blabbing and suggestive comments the attending waiter had for the girl irked me a little. It probably also had something to do with the fact that I might’ve been a tidbit famished but the longer he went on with his egocentric pervetic flirting—getting all inappropriate and personal—the more irritated I got. And seeing from the girl’s facial expression, she didn’t like it too. So, I did what a normal justice withholding citizen or whatever you want to call it would do. I stepped in.

One thing led to another, and we fell into a verbal brawl where we—me and Ann—were basically the verbal-pain inflictors. We ganged up against the poor waiter and told him all that we could like how he needed to look at himself before he even considers a chimpanzee throwing a glance his side and how he made the ugliest man on earth look like the sexiest. The most mind boggling part was, he believed us or more like took our words to heart. Considering he was being an egomaniac and arrogant jerk we thought he knew his looks—and bless me Oh, Lord—he was a cute in a clean cut way. But to our surprise, he was insecure and self-conscious which was even more perplexing for us. He was shut into raw unpeaceful placidity, with his mouth agape. Finding the look on his face somewhat witty, we fist bumped and erupted into a hearty laughter. From there—like the old saying goes—rest was history, because that day bore to the events that led up until the days where we were practically inseparable.

That’s until two weeks ago.

Things suddenly went from inseparable to severable, something I never thought will happen.

And this is where the circumstantial part comes in. Contrary to what you might be expecting, I can’t give you a circumstantial report as to how everything that led to this day transpired because I don’t know myself.

I think you’d also advise me to add ‘I don’t know’ to my other names. Imagine this; Valeria Lynda ‘I Don’t Know’ Jaarson. That would be pretty awesome. Sense my sarcasm. I’m trying to find wit in situations where there are none.

Pathetic, I know. I’ve been told before. Back to the Ann story. I don’t know—cue the words—what I do. Is it the way I’m with people? Am I that much of a horrible person? Why is it always that the cycle repeats itself? The deceit, the detestation, inhumane handling or people just changing for the worse.

Like I said before, I don’t know what I did to Ann. I seriously have got no idea. It has been two weeks. The first two unbearable weeks with no back and forth communication or whatsoever. Is it something I did? Is it something I said? You already know the answer to that. I don’t know. It’s like I vanished from the face of earth.