Rising Pheonix

Mask of deception

I wake up this morning not feeling pleasant but not knowing why.

And I'm glad that today is Saturday otherwise I would have had an awful day.

As I sat on the bed day dreaming my thoughts drifted to Dave.

Ever since Dave asked me to be his girlfriend I was on cloud nine and so far our relationship is six months old.

But he started to distance himself at first he would text me and call me non stop and occasionally ask me to get him some things but now.

Just then my phone buzzed I turned over to the left side of my bed where my desk was located and took my phone.

It was a message from Dave the person I kept thinking about,I read the message and I felt irked and pissed.

"Hello babe is been a while why don't you text me".

Like seriously, really after sending a message to him and not responding after a whole three days he comes to tell me this. Hah

I have to calm down isn't this ridiculous. let's give him a reply for now maybe I'm overthinking.

I reorganize my thoughts and decided to hear his reason.

"well I didn't want to disturb you since you are so busy to reply a message I sent you three days ago" I typed furiously and suppressing my anger.

Just then a reply came in and I felt irritated so he can reply to a message like this just in seconds.

After reading his reason every bad feeling I felt vanished. I have to admit his voice was a real charmer and I am always weak towards it.

He sent his reply in a voice message and I forgot about everything.

He asked of how I was doing and talked to me which made me feel special he was my first boyfriend,after suggesting a six months relationship when I didn't want to accept his proposal.

Talking to him made me think of how we met it was all thanks to zenneth when she invited me and Sena to her birthday part.

He was a friend of Zenneth and he approached me.

The way he talked and looked and talked to me made me feel special.

At that time because of the scrutinizing gazes and the whisperings going on about me, I rushed out of the place to seek refuge at the balcony since Zenneth and Sena wasn't around.

That was when Dave came to me.

As I stood at the balcony, trying to escape the overwhelming atmosphere of Zenneth's birthday party, I felt a presence behind me.

I turned to see Dave, his eyes locked onto mine with a gentle smile. He approached me with a calm confidence, his footsteps quiet on the tiled floor.

"Hey, are you okay?" he asked, his voice low and soothing. "You looked like you needed some fresh air."

I nodded, feeling a lump form in my throat. "Yeah, I just needed a minute."

Dave nodded understandingly and leaned against the railing beside me. We stood in silence for a moment, gazing out at the city skyline. I felt his presence, warm and comforting, and slowly began to relax.

"You know, I noticed you from across the room," he said, his voice breaking the silence. "You looked like a ray of sunshine in a crowded space. I had to come over and introduce myself."

I smiled, feeling a flutter in my chest. "You're quite the charmer, aren't you?"

He chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Maybe a little. But I meant it. You light up the room, Matt."

I blushed, feeling my heart race. No one had ever spoken to me like that before. It was as if he saw something in me that no one else did.

We talked for what felt like hours, sharing stories and laughter, our connection growing stronger with each passing minute. I felt seen and heard, like he truly understood me.

As the night wore on, we exchanged numbers, and he walked me back to the party, his arm casually slung over my shoulder. I felt like I was floating on air, my heart soaring with happiness.

From that moment on, Dave made me feel special every day. He'd surprise me with small gestures, like my favorite coffee or a sweet text message. He'd listen to me when I needed someone to talk to, and he'd make me laugh when I needed it most.

As I finished getting ready for my part-time job, I couldn't help but think about Dave and our conversation earlier. I smiled to myself, feeling grateful for his charm and kindness. I headed out the door, my uniform for the hotel's room service team neatly pressed and my hair tied back in a ponytail.

I worked at one of Zenneth's family hotels, a luxurious establishment that catered to the elite. It was a great opportunity for me, a student on scholarship at an elite school, to earn some extra money to help my mom out. My mom took care of me, and I wanted to do my part to support her, especially since my scholarship only covered tuition.

As I made my way to the hotel, I couldn't help but think about how my part-time job was a escape from the bullying I faced at school. Being a student on scholarship in an elite school came with its challenges, and my skinny frame made me a target for the mean girls. But at the hotel, I was just another member of the team, no one cared about my weight or my background.

I clocked in and began my shift, delivering room service to guests and ensuring their stay was comfortable. It was a busy day, but I enjoyed the hustle and bustle, losing myself in the tasks at hand.

As I delivered a tray of food to a guest on the top floor, I couldn't help but think about Dave and how he made me feel seen and heard. I felt grateful for our relationship and the support he offered me, especially on days like today when the bullying at school felt overwhelming.

As I approached the room, I noticed that the door was slightly ajar. I tried to close it, thinking it was just a mistake, but then I heard the voices. Dave's and Zenneth's. My heart sank, and my feet felt rooted to the spot. I couldn't move, couldn't breathe. I felt like I was intruding on something private, something intimate.

The voices were muffled, but I could make out the laughter, the whispers, the sighs. My mind raced as I tried to process what I was hearing. Dave and Zenneth, together? In bed? I felt like I was living in a nightmare.

I stood there, frozen, as the voices grew louder, more passionate. I couldn't bear to listen, but I couldn't move either. I was trapped, stuck in this moment, reliving the pain and betrayal.

I shook my head, unable to speak. I couldn't believe what I had just heard. Dave, my boyfriend, the one who made me feel special, was cheating on me with my friend Zenneth.

The world around me began to spin, and I felt like I was falling, falling into a deep abyss of pain and heartache. I couldn't bear to look at Dave, couldn't bear to think about what he had done.

Dropping the tray of food, not caring about anything except getting away from the pain and betrayal.

I ran down the hallway, tears streaming down my face, my heart shattered into a million pieces.

It was then that I remembered the dream I had today it was about this,how cruel.

So that dream I had concerning my death and betrayal wasn't just a dream it was telling me something.

I sniffed and berated myself from being foolish, but at least I found out soon before my death.

I felt relieve and at the same time broken.

"Are you okay? " I heard a familiar voice ask.

Here is the rewritten text with added sensory details:

I woke up to the warm rays of sunlight peeking through my window, but my mood was far from bright. I felt a knot in my stomach, a sense of unease that I couldn't shake. The softness of my bed and the quiet of my room offered little comfort. As I sat up, my gaze drifted to the photo of Dave and me on my nightstand. Ever since he asked me to be his girlfriend, I was on cloud nine, and our six-month relationship had been a whirlwind romance.

But lately, he'd been distant. The texts and calls had slowed, and I couldn't help but wonder if something was wrong.

Just then, my phone buzzed on the bedside table, breaking the silence. I turned to the left, where my desk was located, and picked up my phone. The screen lit up with a message from Dave.

"Hello babe, it's been a while. Why don't you text me?"

I felt a surge of irritation. Really? After ignoring my message for three days, he had the nerve to ask me why I hadn't texted?

I took a deep breath, trying to calm down, and typed out a response.

"Well, I didn't want to disturb you since you're so busy to reply to a message I sent you three days ago."

I hit send, feeling a sense of satisfaction.

The response came quickly, and I felt my anger dissipate as I listened to his voice message. His deep, smooth tone was like a warm hug, and I couldn't help but smile.

"Hey, baby. I'm so sorry I've been busy with work. I missed you."

His words washed over me, soothing my doubts. I forgot about my earlier frustration as he asked about my day and listened attentively to my response.

As we talked, memories flooded my mind. Our first meeting at Zenneth's birthday party, the way he approached me on the balcony, his gentle smile and soothing voice.

I recalled the feeling of his arm around my shoulders, the way he made me laugh, and the spark in his eyes when he looked at me.

After our conversation, I felt lighter, more at peace. I got ready for my part-time job at the hotel, the scent of shampoo and conditioner filling the air as I showered.

As I dressed in my uniform, the crisp fabric and neat folds gave me a sense of professionalism.

At the hotel, the hum of the elevator and the soft chatter of guests filled the air. I clocked in and began my shift, delivering room service with a smile.

But as I approached room 1408, my heart sank. The door was slightly ajar, and I heard the voices. Dave's and Zenneth's.

My feet felt rooted to the spot, my mind racing. The voices grew louder, more passionate, and I felt like I was intruding on something private.

The sound of laughter, whispers, and sighs made my stomach churn. I couldn't bear to listen, but I couldn't move either.

Dropping the tray of food, I turned and ran down the hallway, tears streaming down my face. The cool air conditioned air did little to soothe my burning cheeks.

As I stumbled through the hotel corridors, the sounds of the lobby grew fainter. I felt like I was falling, falling into a deep abyss of pain and heartache.

Suddenly, a familiar voice broke through my haze.

"Are you okay?" it asked.

I turned, my eyes blurry with tears, to see a colleague, Emma, concern etched on her face.

The softness of her voice and the gentle touch on my arm were a stark contrast to the pain I felt inside.

I shook my head, unable to speak. The words caught in my throat, and all I could manage was a strangled sob.

Emma guided me to the staff room, the quiet space a refuge from the chaos outside.

As I collapsed onto the couch, the soft cushions enveloped me, offering a fleeting sense of comfort.

But the pain lingered, a heavy weight that threatened to crush me.