Foreign Objects

03 • Orbitar

"Peyton, I'm literally telling you that I experienced some weird shit last night so I'm very surprised you still have the time to be on your government agenda right now."

Peyton sighs, turning to look at me. "Okay, let's say what happened last night really happened-"

"It did," I stress out, "I'm very sure it did."

"Fine but why are we so sure that it was really Aliens?" She put air quotes on the last word. "It could be orchestrated."

Jenny, Mike and I share knowing looks.

"And now that I think about it, it's most likely that." She turns around and gives the place a survey. "And they probably cleaned up the place right after."

"So since you've been able to fix your own narrative on it, now you believe it happened?"

I don't let her reply, I just start walking away since I am quite tired and just want to rest.

"Dee, wait!"

"There's nothing left to say and besides, what's done is already done, doesn't matter if you believe me or not."

"I'm sorry, it's just very hard for me-"

"Dee." Mike cuts in. "Have you noticed anything different with you?"

I don't stop walking as I answer, "No."

But I have though. That foreign heaviness in my chest that started this morning and comes and goes as it pleases. But, I absolutely don't want to have this conversation with them anymore. There's nothing they can do about it anyway. I just need to get home and get some rest, Lord knows I need it.

"Let's just head back, I need to clear my head."

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Everyone left an hour ago and now I'm laying down on my bed, staring up at the ceiling and trying not to think about any of what happened yesterday. But, that seems hard to do seeing as that constant heaviness is back. My heart is racing, like I'm anticipating something but I don't know what. It's been going on for thirty minutes now and I am tired of it.

I try to distract myself by turning on my phone and scrolling through social media, while actively ignoring Peyton's texts. Sure, I'd expected her to act the way she did today but, I'd expected more from her. I expected her to actually listen to me instead of straight up making excuses for what happened to me, trying to make it seem like I was crazy and the thing that hurts me, is the fact that she would've actually succeeded in making me feel crazy if I'd experienced it alone and Jeremiah wasn't there. I'd definitely start doubting myself and one thing about me is that, I can get stuck in my head a lot.

Mike has sent me countless articles on alien abductions and Jenny keeps asking if I'm okay. I feel a little better knowing they at least don't find me as crazy as Peyton does.

Boredly, I click on Instagram, frowning when my fingers scratch on a crack on the screen. I've got a new message and when I check, I see it's from Jeremiah.

I forgot to block him again.

Sighing, I enter our message chat.

jremiah56:
Hi

jremiah56:
So you haven't blocked me again yet

jremiah56:
I must be doing something right then

After pondering for a few seconds, I decide to send a reply.

deelilahjc:
More like you're so unimportant that I forgot to block you