After stepping out of the room, I found myself in a corridor illuminated by lights, its walls painted in white and black, adorned with yellow and golden patterns. In that corridor, wiping away my tears, my eyes red with anger, I descended the stairs, heading outside. A fiery storm raged within me—why do Mom and Dad always take Freya's side??
Lost in these thoughts, I passed through the main hall, which was dazzling in its grandeur. Its ceiling was high, adorned with a magnificent, white chandelier embedded with lights. Beneath it were plush pink sofas embroidered with velvety floral patterns, arranged around a stunning glass table. On top of it sat a plain white vase with yellow hues, enhancing the elegance of the glass table.
I was lost in my thoughts when suddenly, I felt a vibration in the pocket of my flared black jeans. But I was so consumed by my own fire that I chose to ignore it and let it be.
In a trembling, tearful voice, I turned my face away and mumbled to myself—what was my fault? I was just playing along with that crazy girl. The fault was Freya's, the one who yelled at me and told me to apologize. Ha! Freya is rich, intelligent, sings beautifully, is somewhat pretty, and even helps people, but she is just do drama of all this kindness and jealous of my family..
Muttering all this, I heard my phone ring again. This time, I sprinkled some water over the fire inside me, took out my phone from my pocket, and saw—it was a call from my so dear sister and friend," Rhea". I had every intention of cutting her call because I already knew my mind was messed up, and she would only make it worse. But still, my dear heart said, "Just pick it up," so I ended up answering that stupid girl's call.
Picking up the phone, I placed it against my ear and stepped out of the house, heading toward a large, less crowded park. I sat down on an isolated, empty swing.
From the other end of the call, a thin, ear-piercing voice came—"Hello, you bastard, Were you struggling to pick up the call? Were you busy having a romantic chat with some new guy? If that's the case, I have no problem but at least show me his face!" Her voice carried a teasing tone.
I had absolutely no interest in responding to her useless nonsense.
I replied to her in a dead voice, "If your filthy mouth is done with this nonsense, then I'm hanging up."
Perhaps she could tell from my voice that I was crying a lot and was angry, so she asked me again, in that same ear-piercing voice, "Leen, were you crying? And why is your mood off? What happened? The guy I introduced you to—wasn't he your type? But you totally fell for him at first sight!"
"Try stuffing something other than guys into that tiny brain of yours!"
She was in the middle of saying all that when I cut her off and said these words….
Then, I hear a voice, "Where are you? Tell me quickly!" It was Rhea's voice, coming from the phone.
I was looking at a tree standing nearby, whose old leaves were shedding with the arrival of spring, transforming into fresh green ones.
In an annoyed voice, which sounded more exhausted than angry, I said, "I don't know, nor am I going to tell you!"
Just then, Rhea said, "Tell me, or else I'll send your crying photo to your crush—the one where your hair is all messy, and you look exactly like a witch!"
Hearing all this, I got even more irritated, but I also knew that if I didn't tell her, she would actually do what she was saying.
So, swallowing my frustration, I gave her my location. She then hung up the phone.
There, in that serene park, where the ground was adorned with damp, lush green grass, where little children came every day to play, carrying countless dreams in their hearts.
One special thing about this park was its beautiful trees with red flowers, which surrounded it from all sides, enhancing its charm.
Near one of those trees, I sat on a gently swaying swing, gazing at everything around me.
The weather was cool, and the cold breeze sent a chilling sensation to the skin of my pale hands. All of this was giving me a sense of peace—until suddenly, a lunatic appeared, disrupting that peace.