I pushed the front door of our trailer open and barged in.
"Thank hell you're here," Mom sighed. "I was starting to get worried. What took you so long?"
I dropped the groceries on top of the table and caught my breath.
I felt like I had zombied my way back home. I could hardly remember putting one foot in front of the other at any point. I only knew that I got home.
I had drowned in my head. Thoughts going round and round, like an everlasting hurricane.
Why was I still thinking about her?–No, why was she not leaving my mind?
Our encounter kept replaying itself in my head like something pulled out of a movie, and I hated it. I hated myself for worrying about someone who didn't even know my name. Someone who probably didn't give two shits about my existence.
Yet here I was, wishing I had her phone number or something just so I could check if she got home safe and sound.
I wanted to be her guidance.
Not to make her feel like she was lacking or anything. No. Just to make her feel like she wasn't alone.
Why did I even care if she was alone? I shouldn't care.
Wait–Did she live somewhere around these streets? Was her home close by?
How did she end up in that dangerous situation? And what if I hadn't been there to save her? What would have happened?
Karma. Karma. Karma.
I wasn't a believer, but it appeared as if all that was happening was part of someone's plan. There was a mastermind who had plotted all this up.
It was like solving a puzzle piece.
Should I be glad that at least there's one person I wouldn't be able to freeze into stone?
"Avery?" My mother's voice pulled me out of my thoughts. "Are you okay?"
I realized I had frozen right before her eyes and she had been watching me.
"Mh?"
"Are you okay?"
How could I even answer that? I was okay, but I also wasn't.
"Yeah," I gave her a nod. "I–um, I just need a little rest, I think. I need to go take a rest. I'm tired."
"Oh," Mom watched me, worried. "Go on. I'll wake you up when the food is ready."
I just wanted to be alone.
"Okay." I began my way to the bedroom, only for her to stop me with a hand on my shoulder.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
I couldn't look her in the eyes, afraid she might read something she shouldn't.
"Yes, Mom. I'm just exhausted." I took her hand off of me and left the room.
When I dropped myself on my bunk, I thought of how Dativa had insisted that I had a crush on the blonde queen.
For a minute, I wished it didn't show. I wished I could just stop looking at her all the time and that she stopped catching my attention with her presence. I wished Dativa couldn't read it on my face and that I could keep my damn feelings in check and to myself.
Then suddenly I could see her looking back at me again in my head. The fear in her eyes when she was in danger and the way she cried for help.
I wished I wasn't a monster.
I wished I was a normal human that could actually be a friend to her.
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