The Butterflies 💙🦋✨

Chapter 3 💙✨

The unknown call.

    Nobody loves me, no one cares for me. My parents, who I thought would never break my heart, broke it, stabbed it, squeezed it.

      Demanding me what to do, like I was a doll they'd treat however they liked.

  I only had one person who listened to me, who listened to my pain.

       But she'd have to leave me too.

       I feel sad that I only have myself.

    Today is my wedding.

From today, I was going to be someone else's.

         I don't know what kind of person I'm going to marry, I don't even know his name.

     All I know is that he has a temper, and he gets annoyed easily.

  From today, I will either be happy or sad, relieved or anxious.

             "Get up now, Aurem!" My mother shouted from downstairs, breaking me apart from my thoughts.

      It's the start of the day, I sigh as I get up from my bed.

   I was wearing my favorite colored gray pajamas.

   Seeing how comfortable they were, I didn't change them.

  Washing my face and brushing my teeth, I grabbed my soft towel, wiping away the water off my face.

                  I made my way down the stairs. I was at my parent's house today, so the makeup and dressing could be done for the wedding.

  "Come on dear, eat your breakfast." My father uttered, eating toast with fried egg.

     My mother was having the same breakfast.

       I had sandwiches today, a healthy one, with mango juice.

   I finished my breakfast and drank my remaining juice.

            I gave a fake smile at my parents who were eating and got up, I need to get away from here.

   I don't feel comfortable with them as I felt before.

           They are not like my parents anymore. I loved my parents.

I know they can notice the hurt always present in my eyes.

     "Aurem, you'll start getting ready at 4:30, okay?"

           I nodded briefly, making my way to the stairs then my room.

  I quickly checked the time, noticing it was 2:26 at the moment.

       What am I gonna do now?

  I sighed and layed on my bed. It's August and soon, it'll be September.

       It will start to get cold soon.

I took my blankets, the same color as my pajamas, hiding myself in them except for my face.

   My phone suddenly started ringing, I quickly got up, picking my phone.

Who would be calling me right now?

  I checked the caller id, it's an unknown number.

        I attended the call, putting the phone near my ear.

      "Hello?" I uttered, feeling nervous. Many guys have called me and tried to use me, I hope this caller is not one of them.

          "H-Hello?" I voiced out again, my voice trembled as I spoke the word.

The caller spoke no words, I quickly cut the call and put my phone on the place it was on before.

      A sob erupted from me, I can't bottle up my feelings anymore.

   I put my hands on my face to stop the sobs from escaping my mouth.

         I sniffed, my eyes closed, trying to stop my cries and tears.

    Why am I so weak and emotional?

I cried, and I did not try to stop my sobs anymore.

    I whimpered in pain, hiccuping again and again.

       Laying down on my bed, I went deep into my thoughts, not realizing the time.

          Why does pain always come to me? Why is it always me crying? Am I ever gonna smile happily?

   I was so lost in my thoughts that I forgot that I stopped crying.

       I suddenly heard a sound from my phone, I glanced at its screen.

   Maybe it's a notification, I sighed feeling the headache come to me again.

      I noticed the time, it's 3:44, shit have I been crying for this long?

         I made my way downstairs, to ask something when I heard a talk going on between my parents.

"She is so hurt because of us." My father's loud voice announced.

     "You know that we had to make her marry one day, don't you?" My mother's angry voice spoke.

        "She is young right now." Father reasoned softly.

  "Oh, please." Mom spat angrily.

      They both stayed quiet, none of them saying anything. I sighed, my eyes getting teary.

    "Come in, Sweetie." Dad said, I jolted when I heard him, did they see me?

  I slowly entered, "Y-Yes, Dad?"

"Were you listening to our talk?" He questioned.

     "N-No, I came to ask Mom who will dress me up." I quickly lied, changing the subject.

  "Oh yes, your future husband's younger sister will." Mother stated, her brows still furrowed with anger.

        Younger sister? My heart skipped a beat at that.

   My Dad worriedly asked me,
"My dear, did you cry?" "N-No, dad, of course not." Dad knew I lied but he did not ask anything further.

   "Anyways, when will she be here?" I asked, looking at the wall clock.

       "Anytime." Mom replied, shrugging. "Okay." I spoke softly.

    I didn't see the reason to stay there anymore so I left the dining table.

         I came to my room, and closed the door, slowly sliding down it.

  I don't feel good anymore, I sighed.