Chapter 3
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"What the hell happened to my face?!"
A deafening scream with a tone of anger echoed through my entire room. My face was covered in different colors, like her pack of markers threw up on me. I look ridiculous!
"You're so loud for goodness' sake." Said the girl who did nothing all day but to be loud and enthusiastic.
"What's wrong?!" She rushed to the restroom only to see me being lost in my sight as I stare deeper at myself in the mirror. My eyes informed me of her silent huffing, as it slowly turned to coughs and heavy breathing.
"W-What?" She asked again before another puff, her hand making her coughs muffled.
It was like a kid turned my face into a page of a coloring book! There are different colors of lines drawn all over my face!
"Oh... that..." She bit her lip to stifle a laugh, her shoulders still shaking, for she was still trying to catch her breath. "Don't you look cute?" She asked me like a little girl!
"Why are there lines all over my face?!" I raised my voice.
"Huh? What's wrong with drawing on your face?" She asked me as if she was an innocent child. Seriously, who would even ask that, right?!
"What kind of question is that?!" She has an unbelievable attitude!
"Just... just leave." The voice filled with anger finally then turned into calm. Keep in mind I just woke up and I still need time to set my mood. She was already making me mad, and to top it all off, what she did was downright disrespectful. What kind of person would draw on someone's face? Who would even do that? It was like she's also making fun of my looks. All the enjoyment on her face after knocking me down seriously degrades my self-confidence.
"Well... okay," She refused to wipe all the amusement visible on her face. Her feet moved carefully along with my gaze following her to assure myself that the coast is finally clear.
"Why is it so hard to remove? Do these even wash off?" I can't count how many times water splashed into my face just to remove everything she drew on it.
For crying out loud, she's more annoying than everyone else.
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"Does it hurt anywhere?" The nurse entered my room with a caring smile.
"I did drink my medicine so my head doesn't hurt that much anymore."
"Any other symptoms? Like... nausea or lightheadedness?" The sound of pills being shaken in plastic containers filled my ears as she placed a tray of them on my bedside table.
"I do feel a little tired." My answer went directly to her clipboard.
"Okay, sweetie. I'll let you rest. Just call for help if you need anything." Her head was slightly tilted, such kind eyes observing me.
"Bad day?" She noticed an aggravated look on her patient.
"Yeah... sorry."
"Hope is starting to get along with you again, isn't she?" The corner of her eyes were crinkled.
Again..?
"She always enjoyed talking about you. Don't you remember, sweetheart?" I felt a sudden sting in my chest, hearing her. And... what's so fun, talking about someone like me? All I ever did ever since I met that girl was push her away. She's no fun at all, but the same goes for me, right? So how can she sound so lively? How can she even enjoy having me as her daily topic? What the hell's so fun about me?
"Aren't you being too harsh on her? She's a lady." The nurse's reminders made me build guilt inside of me. "You need to respect her, not hurt her."
"But she started it." I defended myself. I didn't even ask for anyone to come near me after transferring to this hospital.
"Now see, that's a wrong mindset." Her finger unexpectedly raised like an arrow. "You're a man. You should at least try to understand her, you know?"
But to me, that's a wrong mindset either. Are men brought to this world only to understand women? Must men always be the ones to comprehend and tolerate the wrongdoings of women?
But... should I try to understand her? Is it going to be okay?
Can I actually do it?
I took the time given by the nurse as she left to reflect on what she had said. Well, yeah... women are indeed more sensitive than men, so they need more attention and understanding than us.
But I also want to be understood, too! I'm just tired. I don't want people to make fun of my imperfections! That's all! It's as simple as that!
A heavy decision reached my mind after the thoughts that ran along inside my head.
"Fine." I drawled, a sigh of defeat indicated it was indeed a tough decision for me.
But... why am I acting like it's the end of the world if I try to give her a chance? Why am I even overreacting? Is it really that bad?
"Fine. I guess... I guess I'll try to understand her."
No matter how many times those words played inside my head, it sounded dumb, like such a complicated situation would cost my entire life.
That's the day I found myself defeated, falling into the hands of an incredibly annoying girl.
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