"Hey, Iruma, can I come in?"
It was the voice of Opera, wich I didn't expect. I thought he was still at border control. I didn't want him to come in today, I felt betrayed, he broke my trust. He broke it more than grandpa, because he used to tell grandpa to stop, now Opera also wants me gone.
I didn't reply, so Opera knocked again. "Iruma?" He asked, the tone of his voice a bit softer. I really wanted to ignore him, but I didn't.
"Come in." I hesitantly said. Opera slowly opened the door, stepping inside. I had already sat up from my bed, and was staring at Opera.
"Hey there, Iruma." He said, walking up to the bed. "Were you sleeping?" He then asked. I nodded. It was a lie, I didn't sleep, I just thought about you betraying me.
"Oh, thats good then." He then said. "That way you'll recover faster." He added. "Now, how did it go today?" He asked me, sitting down on the bed.
"Surprisingly good." I said, really not in the mood to talk to him. He nodded at me. "How so?" He then asked. "Well.." I began. "Kiriwo didn't hurt me, gave me cookies to eat and tea, and showed me cat videos." I said, lying about the last part. Opera nodded again, he didn't seem suprised, but I knew he probably was deep inside.
"Thats odd of him." He then remarked. "I know." I responded. "But baking is him for some reason." I then also remarked. "He made me chocolates and now cookies. I thought he drugged them, im sad he didn't." I sarcastically said. I kinda hoped he did drug them, then I wouldn't have to be here.
"Oh." Opera responded, looking straight into my eyes. "Did something happen today?" He then asked me. "Yep." I responded. "But thats none of your business." I then hissed. "Sorry." I added.
"Don't worry about it." Opera said, looking his neutral self. "Dinner is ready." He spoke, standing up. I also stood up from the bed, and followed him to the living room. I sat down at my chair, staring at the empty table. I sighed loudly, grandpa and Opera both noticed. Grandpa was sitting there, staring at me while Opera was carrying dishes to the table.
"Are you alright?" Grandpa asked. I nodded in response. I really was fine, I just had to suck it up. "Alright.." Grandpa then smiled. "If you say so.."
Opera then dropped the plates off in front of me. Instead of eating from them I stared at them. I didn't wana eat, id rather starve. It wasn't bad not to eat, I had enough to eat today already.
Eventually the table was filled with food, and Opera had sat down. I hadn't even touched my plate yet. Grandpa looked at me in worry. "Is something the matter?" He asked softly, I softly shook my head, he didn't notice that I shook my head at all, and thought ignored him.
"Iruma?" Opera then asked. "Do you not enjoy the food?" I shook my head. "No the food is fine." I said, feeling tears dwell up in my eyes. I was such a bother. Opera spent all this time making me something to eat and I didn't even take it. Grandpa is worried about me, just like everyone at this point. All my classmates think im sick, Clara hates me, Asmodeus thinks I wana hurt myself and don't take care of myself and im just making it worse. Why am I even here at all right now? I could have just stayed in my fucking room instead of wasting my breath.
Opera and grandpa just want the best for me, just like everyone else, and im only making it worse. They must all hate me, im sure of it. Thats why they want me gone.
Opera had called out for me a few times, wich I hadn't heard. He had then stood up, and walked over to me, to get a better look at my face. I had been staring down at my food, my hair falling over my face.
He kneeled down to me, as I was on the chair, so we could be more leveled and took my hand. I shrieked. I hadn't noticed him coming up to me. I looked at him, tears falling down my face. I was such a drama queen.
"Hey, its alright." He said, staring at me. His eyes looked a bit sorter than they had been before. "How about you and me go talk about it?" He asked, gripping my hand a bit tighter, as if he wanted to lead me somewhere. I pulled my hand back, and slightly shook my head. Opera stayed with his body close to the ground, and talked more.
"Its alright if you don't want to talk about it, but me and your grandpa are conserned about you. Can you atleast tell us what its about?" He asked, trying to grab my hand again, I slowly pulled my hand back, so he couldn't grab it. I stayed quiet, looking at the dishes he made me, I felt bad for not even attempting to eat them, so I felt I had to at least tell him a bit, even if he betrayed me.
"I had a fight." I whispered to him, not having the strenght to say it any louder. He nodded understandingly, before asking me about it a bit more. "Do you want to talk about it? If you don't want to right now, we can talk about it after dinner?" I shook my head, I didn't want to, not to you. Opera nodded once again and stood up. He then gently pat my head and walked back to his chair, to eat.
I stared at my food, and slowly began eating. Once I had started I couldn't stop, I was sad and depressed, but the food was still extremely tasty, and made everything hurt just a bit less.
Once food was done I went back to my room, to sleep. I just needed some sleep, with that, everything would be alright. I got dressed for bed, brushed my teeth because if you don't youll stink, and layed in bed. I then sighed loudly, drifting off to sleep.
In the night, I woke up, feeling thirsty. I wasn't that depressed anymore, actually all the thoughts had gone away. Sleep is the best medicine after all. Drowsily I found my way off the bed, across my room. The glass on my desk was empty, so I went to grab a new one.
I walked to the living room, where I was surprised to see Opera watching television. Confused I stared at him, he stared back at me, waving.
"Hey there, Iruma." He said, patting the spot next to him on the couch. "Whats up?" He asked, seeming a bit conserned. I yawned. "Im thirsty." I said in a sleepy voice. I felt like falling asleep already, and I hadn't even had my water yet.
I went to sit next to Opera, who in return got me a glass of water. I stared at the screen, a bit curious. After hissing at the bright light it eroded I stared at it, looking at the show he was watching.
It was a cartoon on echtnietflexman, a netherworld program he told me about before. It was about people learning spells and falling into a different world, I watched curiously.
"This is what your grandpa used to make me watch when I was misbehaving." He began, handing me the glass. I took a few quick sips before listening to him talking.
"I used to look at him as if he was crazy, but once I started watching it was actually pretty fun, but don't tell him that." He then added, looking back at the television.
I looked with him, grabbing a pillow and holding it on my stomach as I curled up next to Opera on the couch. Opera didn't seem to mind, instead he seemed curious.
"Would you like to watch this episode with me?" He asked. I nodded, staring at the screen with animated demons happily strolling trough deadly flowers. "Once the episode is done, ill put you back to bed." He then added.
I nodded, cheerfully snuggled up with the pillow. My glass was already empty, so Opera got up to get another one. He came back with warm milk instead of water, handing it to me.
"This will help you fall asleep later." He said, sitting back down with me. I decided to sit up, and grabbed the milk. I held it in my hands, feeling the warmth of the glass radiate onto my hands, it felt nice. I blew before drinking, something I didn't need to do, because the milk really wasn't that hot.
Once I drank the milk I layed back down on the couch, next to Opera and watched the show. The animated demons were now fighting the poisonous flowers, and almost lost. It was a pretty good show if I'm honest.
I felt tired, and had to keep my eyes open while looking at the animated series, Opera pat my head, wich made me a bit more happy, especially after..
Lets not think about that now, I hate being depressed.
Eventually the animated series stopped, and Opera stood up. I slowly sat up, feeling really really drowsy from the warm milk, just like Opera said I would.
I then stood up with him, and we walked to my room together. He made me lay down in the bed, and tucked me in. Once he was finished tucking the sheets the super big bed in, my eyes were already half closed.
Opera stood next to me, looking at me, looking happier than normal. I felt a bit sad, looking at him like this.
"Goodnight, master Iruma." He said.
"Gnight.." I mumbled, my eyes closing slowly. "Please don't send me back.." I then whispered as I fell asleep. The last thing I saw was Opera standing over me, shocked, next to the bed.
Once I was asleep he continued to stare for a bit, his expression changing greatly.
"Im sorry, Iruma." He said sadly, his ears drooped down. And with that he walked out the door.
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Hi there!! Sorry, im a day late again!!! Im having exams and tests right now, so I don't have a lot of time in my schedule for writing, but ill try anyways!!
Next week it should be better though!! Im sorry for being late again!
Also, I put a small suprise in for any dutch people here, no youre not halucinating no its not a random name~
Now, I hope you enjoyed, and I hope it isn't too depressing. I wish you all much luck and love!! And a really good week!! And with that, ill see you next week!!
--12 October