Antithetic's Tale

Chapter 10

Ion and I just kept quiet while returning to our house. No one intends to speak. Even I was confused by the events that were taking place.

I took the container from my pocket where my brain was. I thought I was safe in the thought of things. It all got worse because I had no idea who could see all the messages that entered my brain.

I rolled it around with my hands. I felt Ion look at me.

"What is that?" he asked me. I ignored him and just kept staring at the container.

"You're really nice to talk to," he said but I just didn't answer. He has nothing to talk about.

As soon as our car stopped, I got off immediately and went to the bedroom to put on my uniform. Based on my schedule, I still work until six o'clock in the evening. It is only twelve o'clock at noon so I will enter.

I went out after I got dressed. I met Ion at my door, it looks like he is going to his room now.

"Oh? Are you coming in?" he asked me. I just passed him and went to the gate. In just a few minutes, I was at school. Lunch break today so many people outside.

"Miss, can I ask for your number?" A man approached me. He looks good but I still don't like someone like him. I ignored him and went straight to the school gate.

"Snobber!" he shouted. The guard blocked me at the gate because I did not have an ID.

"Miss, get an I.D. later." The guard said to me while smiling and opened the gate. I was just about to enter when someone suddenly pulled my hand.

"Why did you just come in now, Athena?" Manok asked me. Daldalita and I stared at them both.

"Your hand," I told him. His forehead furrowed.

"Still hand, Athena," he replied. I just pulled my hand to him.

"Omg! Why is your head bleeding? Are you okay?" Daldalita shouted in confusion. I touched my forehead, it was bleeding. I walked away from them, I felt them following me. When will they tempt me?

"Hey, let's check that first." Daldalita and Manok pulled me again. I forgot the real name of the two of them.

We went to the clinic. I saw my reflection again so I stopped in front of the mirror.

"Is there no mirror in this house or is it just really self-appreciative?" I heard Daldalita whisper to Manok. It was weak and they were far away from me but my hearing was just really loud.

"Let's go to Doc, Athena." Daldalita said, I just went there because they might have more to say. The doctor asked me why I went in immediately if I had just had an operation, I just shrugged it off.

After convincing the doctor that I was fine, I left them because I might be late for class because of them.

I was shocked when someone covered my mouth and pulled me. Is this really the case in this world?

"What the heck ?!" I cried when I saw who was pulling me. I didn't expect his presence. What does this person need from me?

"We need to talk," he said while looking into my eyes, just like I felt when I stared at him before, his eyes were still really scary.

"I don't want to," I said and was about to leave. We have nothing to talk about because I know we don't care about each other.

He suddenly grabbed me by the arm and forcibly presented me to him. I stared at him.

"What did you and Mya talk about?" He asked me. I just stared at him.

I first looked at his scary eyes, it was blue. I looked at his sharp nose and his red lips. I can say he was well made.

"Done checking me out? Then, answer my damn question." I looked into his eyes again when he suddenly said that.

"What did you talk about?" Every word he uttered had an emphasis.

"Nonsense things," I replied. What the woman told me by the name of Mya didn't really matter.

"Just tell me what exactly she told you," he said. I sat under the tree to rest but it looks like I can't do that because this man is too naughty.

"She asked me if I'm your girlfriend." He frowned at what I said.

"She introduced herself, end of story." I said and closed my eyes. I lost the desire to enter because of this man.

I just felt him sitting next to me so I opened my eyes. I saw him close his eyes. I looked again at the entirety of his face. I can say, he is just more than Ion. When else did I learn to compare?

"Why did she have to ask me that, by the way?" I will ask.

"Maybe because," he said once stopping. He opened his eyes so his scary eyes met me again. If I was afraid of something, it might be his eyes. But, not much.

"Aside from her, you're the only girl I'm talking with." He told me I was a bit shocked. Given that because he is really scary and if I am normal, I will not plan to talk to him.

"It's evident," I said. I looked down, I saw a bond paper. Out of curiosity, I picked it up and read it.

Zephyr Zeus Crawford was written on the upper left corner of the paper. This is probably the name of this man.

"Where are you?" I asked even though I knew it was him. Am I being senseless? Oh, no.

"Where did you get it?" he asked but he did not take the paper I was holding. I just did not answer him and just read its contents.

Reality vs. Fantasy

If you have to single out reality and fantasy,

what will be your response?

Is it reality alone or fantasy?

But the query is, do you really have to choose?

If you'll catechize me,

my answer will be, TWAIN.

Why would I choose,

if I can acquire both?

You used your chaotic reality to spawn your fantasy.

You build your fantasy to have liberation in your reality.

Without your theory about reality, fantasy wouldn't be invented.

Without reality, fantasy wouldn't establish.

Fantasy is our triumph, this is our nirvana.

We constitute fantasy for us to be ecstatic.

For us to be serene.

But, do we really need to do this?

I mean, constructing something to be contented?

Why don't we just, use our fantasy to have an improved life?

Why don't we use our dreams for us to live in a superior reality?

We can do every single thing we're longing for.

We can make our steps to enhance everyone's reality.

You can use your fantasy to withstand the tribulation of the world.

Your fantasy will help you to subsist.

Fantasies will aid you to thwart your agony.

Fantasies will make you durable enough to face adversity.

So, why do you have to choose?

If both of them will help you coping with your wrestle and labyrinth.

You just have to think judiciously.

I persuade you, everything will be fine.

I put down the paper after reading it. I admit it, I am astonished with his work. There are things I want to convey to the whole world. They want to run away from things they can never escape.

They try to do impossible things to be happy for only a short time, they no longer think they will be hurt when they realize that the thing they did will never happen.

         This is perhaps the destiny of the people, to be weak, selfish, useless and worthless. I don't know why they think that way.

"It's cool. I'm amazed with your perception," I told him as I handed him the paper. He just nodded and I did not expect this person to smile at me.

"Well, I don't believe in fantasy," he said.

"There's no such thing as fantasy, just merely illusion." He added. The difference between us is I believe in fantasy’s existence.

"Illusion is a hypocrite." I became even more interested in what we were talking about today. I have never been so interested with such things. There is something with this guy and it is a big conundrum.

"It makes us believe that those things are legitimate. But in the end, it will just give us daydream and false hope." Next time I went to answer him in agreement with him.

"And that's the hardest part, waking up realizing that's everything is just an illusion. Having fake happiness, fake people, fake happenings and fake feelings." I do not know why we came to this conversation but I feel that he is going through something. Like Charlotte, there is something with their tone and their eyes; it's like stating something, something that is very baffling, cryptic and dark. And those are the things that made me so inquisitive, their eyes and what's within it.

I got up because I didn't want to talk to him anymore. I just get more and more confused about things.

"Wait, I'm Zephyr and you are?" he asked so I turned to him.

I don't want anyone calling me by my name. I want if my name is Iris, they will call Iris. If Athena, Athena.

But, I don't know what's gotten into me,

"I'm Ris."