Chapter 2

THE MYSTERY ABOUT HIM🔥👤

(A Whole New World)

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Chapter 2🔥

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Dad was making tea, while grandma sat on her wheelchair reading a book.

"You're home, late" Dad said, coming out from the kitchen with three mugs.

"Didn't you see the rain!" I retorted.

He arched a brow at me. "Rain?"

I frowned, obviously annoyed. "Of course, Rain."

He looked at Grandma then at me. He turned to Grandma again and said, "I think is high time I take her to a psycho therapist."

Wait... Something is obviously wrong.

"Excuse me, Dad! What's that supposed to mean?"

He came to me and patted a hand on my shoulder.

"Sweetheart, there was no rain today. You imagined it. Or you're trying to lie__"

I pushed his hands off my shoulder, then I rushed to the window and stare out of it.

Everywhere was dry.

No sign of rain.

My mouth opened and I turned back to Dad.

"This is strange. There was a heavy rainstorm in my school."

Dad and Grandma looked at me pathetically.

"You can go check it. You can ask my classmates. They will tell you that is true. Ask any of them!" I cried out.

I hate it when they don't believe me.

It was an idiosyncracy of Dad to make me feel foolish for what I'm saying.

He never believed a word I said or else there's a solid proof.

"Tomorrow we'll be going to the Psychiatric hospital. Now, go to the kitchen and make yourself something to eat." He said dismissively.

I ran to my room and start crying. Then I drifted to sleep, with my backpack still on my back.

Just when I closed my eyes, I saw him.

The Mysterious Boy, he was in my dream, staring at me.

He was putting on the same black hoodie. The hood covered most part of his face. 

His eyes were red, he looked like a vampire.

"What do you want?" I asked, shuddering with fear. 

He said nothing, he just stared at me.

Then he left.

When I opened my eyes, it was morning already.

Dad came in with coffee ☕.

"Good morning to you" he said.

I knew he meant it as sarcasm. He's trying to remind me that I'm late already.

I ignored him and rushed to my bathroom.

My bathing was longer than usual. I was having the feeling that something isn't right.

I looked at my naked self in the bathroom mirror.

I gasped.

On my breast was a Tattoo. A tattoo of a butterfly, orange and black. I nearly screamed, for the fifteen years I've lived in this earth, I've never noticed this tattoo.

I'm pretty sure it wasn't there before. Perhaps, it isn't a tattoo, it might be some dirt or___

For the next thirty five minutes, I remained in the bathroom, sponging and scrubbing the area of the tattoo, hoping it would go away or at least; fade.

It didn't.

Rather, it shone more on my breast.

"Amaya, are you going to spend your entire life in that bathroom!" Dad shouted from my room.

I wanted to tell him about it, but I was afraid he might say I drew it on my body without knowing, after all I'm insane. That's the least thing I ever wanted to hear.

When I came out of the bathroom, Dad and Grandma were in my room, together they shouted "Happy Birthday"

There was a cake on my bed. Dad had managed to hung some balloons around the room.

I gasped, speechless.

I never realized that today is my birthday.

I jumped on Dad and hugged him. I bent and hugged Grandma too.

Dad cut the cake into three huge chunk. He handed each of us a glass of wine and we toasted.

I'm sixteen

And my name is Amaya Harkins. I don't have a Mum. She's either dead  or gone. I stayed with my Mum and Grandma in a small house in southern California.

I have a boyfriend, Charles. Well, not actually a boyfriend but we've been friends since I was a kid and we're still friends now. Isn't that enough for us to be in a relationship?

I attended Kingston's High School and I have some friends there along with some enemies.

I'm thin tall and shy. I guess that's the reason I gets oppressed by most people in my class. Let's use Daniel for example. Yesterday he took my diary and tore it to pieces for no reason.

Last week he grabbed my hair and pull it so hard that it hurts my scalp.

I'm powerless so I do nothing but cry each time I gets bullied.

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As I walked to school, I started wondering if the Tattoo is a symbol relating to my new age or if is____

I don't even know, everything is just so queer (since that new boy came).

When I reached, the class, I was grateful that there was no teacher present at the moment. 

I couldn't stand a chance to be embarrassed yet again for my constant lateness to school.

"Hey Amaya!" Mollie beamed.

"As usual, you're very punctual today" Kathy said sarcastically.

"Actually, I came late because today is my birthday!" I said.

The first person who reacted was the strange nameless boy.

He looked sharply at me and I could see something flicker on his eyes. It was either shock, anger or curiosity.

"Wow... happy birthday dear" Jake said.

Charles came forward and hugged me. "Happy birthday sweetie. You Never told me that your birthday is coming up sooner, I should've gotten you a gift." He said as he pulled from the hug.

"I also didn't knew until today" I beamed.

It was custom in my class for all students to give gifts to a birthday celebrant.

During break time, I got so many gifts. From lower things like pen, to higher things like wristwatch.

I was grateful for all gifts.

Everyone gave me a gift except one.

Is easy to know even without me saying it.

The Mysterious Boy.

He kept looking at me for some reason.

After school, as he walked pass me, he squeezed something to my palm and left without saying a word.

"Even the mystery boy gave you a gift" Charles said behind me and I flinched.

"Let's see what he gave you" Charles said.

I opened my palm.

I and Charles gasped as we gaped at the strange gift.

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TBC