Mated to Death

In The College

Childhood has a very important part in one's life. An unhealthy childhood induces insecurities in a person. If a person is loved since childhood it's not hard for them to accept it but for the one— who never saw love, fears it at every step as much as it fascinates them.

I was seven, when my parents got divorced. I didn't even knew what divorce meant at that age. I thought it was normal for parents to live separately, until I realized it wasn't. I didn't knew what love was until I saw it one day. Love is empathy but my parents never shared that. They enjoyed hurting each other; they were indeed a sadist.

After mother left my father, she started drowning herself in alcohol. It wasn't long for me to realize, my family wasn't really a happy family. I was my own mother. I supported myself and my mother when she should have been the one in charge. I loved myself when she should have been the loving me. I sang for me with tears running down my eyes when nightmares scared me but my mother— she never came.

I never saw love that one bestows others. I only knew self love or maybe I even misunderstood self pity for self love. I pitied myself because no one pitied me. I didn't knew if things happening with me were really normal or should I seek help. I wasn't aware.

I started getting distant from everyone. I had no friends, I never invited anyone in my house for stay. I never went to someone's house, either. And I never really understood that it was loneliness that was creeping me when I would numb for days. I wanted help and I didn't knew how to ask for it.

I sighed, looking out of my classroom's window only to freeze for a second. A familiar vibrant green eyes were staring at me. He was dressed up in a white shirt and dark jeans. His velvety hair combed back neatly and his pale skin glowing under sunlight. He looked gorgeous. He was undeniably gorgerous, almost inhumane.

I gulped when his lips curled up in a small smile and he blinked his eyes teasingly, making me choke on my own spit. What the hell was he doing here?

I hadn't seen him for a week. And when I finally thought we'll never meet again, he was standing under my window, teasing me. Carmella handed me her bottle when my coughs didn't cease. I looked at her gratefully, chugging some water before looking down again to find him gone.

My eyes widened as I gripped the edge of my seat. He was gone? Just like that? Or did I imagine him, a few moments ago? Taking a deep breath, I tried to focus in my book, doodling something on my paper.

"Are you alright, Ser?" Carmella asked and I bit my lips, not knowing the answer to her question, honestly.

His presence affected me more than it should. He was basically a stranger but I felt something weird amid us. Something— something I couldn't put finger on.

"Ser," She hushed, kicking me under the desk and I blinked back in reality, nodding my head.

"Just— just a little distracted."

~~~~~

"Are you in, Ser?" Carmella and her friends asked me and I gazed at them, away from my food. My fingers, stretching on my hoodie, not really liking the attention that suddenly shifted on me.

"For?"

"Liam's party."

Suddenly the scenes from my previous party flashed in my eyes and I shook my head, way too violently. Last time I went there, that stupid Spencer spiked everyone's drink. I ended up getting too drunk to remember anything. I ended up begging a stranger to love and he even stayed the night. I clenched my eyes, a shiver passing down my body when the events of that morning flashed in front of my eyes.

"Ser?"

"Look, if you're worrying for Spencer, he isn't invited to the party." Liam spoke and a sharp pain stabbed my chest and I bit my lips to stop myself from gasping at the suddenness of the pain.

He was lying to me.

"I—I'm broke."

I blurted out, making everyone gaze at me in confusion. I work. I work in a hardware shop to sustain myself and it wasn't completely a lie. But the reason was I didn't wanted to get into any such situations again. Plus, I wasn't much fan of the parties, either.

"Rent has f****d me up completely." I elaborated, barking a forceful laughter, making them roll their eyes.

"It f****d me up too." Carmella spoke, munching on her bread, shrugging her shoulders. "But who cares?"

"True. Ser, please—"

"Oh, freak! I, completely forgot that Mrs. Louisa had called for me." I lied, sending them a hurried and sorry smile before rushing out of the cafeteria before they forcefully convince me for their party.

I was way too keen to get out the cafeteria that I was really literally dashing out. I wasn't paying much heed to the crowd around me, as I stuffed earphones in my ears, blasting loud music to keep myself busy with atleast something. And that's when I ran into someone, my nose bumping with someone's shoulders and I jerked back from the sudden impact but someone held on my bicep.

"I'm so sor—"

"Please don't be, Serenity." My eyes widened and my heart almost dropped to my stomach.

He was this close to me. He was holding my bicep. He was touching me. I could smell him. Even though his cologne was a little faint but he smelt so divine— nothing like I have ever smelt before. His vibrant green had darkened a little or maybe I was gazing into them, for the first time with so much propinquity. A few of his brown locks were falling on his forehead. His lips curled up in a small curve which made my heart to skip a beat.

"It's a pleasure to meet you again, my love."

My eyes widened for a moment, cheeks blazing at his endearment before I stepped away from him. This wasn't correct.

"Do—do not call me that." I stiffly spoke, glaring at him and he chuckled, throwing his head back as he took a step forward while I took one back.

"Then what shall I refer you with, hm?"

"My name shall suffice." I gritted out and he pressed his lips, to contain his laughter as he nodded his head slowly.

"What are you doing here? Wait— are you stalking me?"

He rose his brow as he chuckled lowly, shaking his head. I pursed my lips as I kept gazing at him, tapping my foot against the flooring.

"Aren't you really full of yourself, Serenity?"

"Excuse me?" I was taken aback and he smiled with amusement, raising his hands up in surrender.

"Calm down. I'm just a new admission— your new classmate. Great coincidence, isn't it?"

I narrowed my eyes, shaking my head as I turned around to get away from him but he held my hand, making me swallow at his touch that made my insides to curl at the contact. I gulped before turning to face him and he smiled softly at me, stepping a step closer to me and he pulled my hair tie, making them fall freely on my collarbones and I sucked in a breath when his fingers brushed against my skin. His touched burned me.

"You're really beautiful, Serenity. I hope you know that."

My eyes widened at his compliment. It's not everyday someone appreciated my looks or told me that they find me beautiful. I wasn't used to the compliment, didn't knew how to react. Something inside my stomach fluttered and my cheeks were burning red and he laughed softly, stepping away from me, making me feel cold, suddenly.

He removed a couple of roses from the back of his shirt, making my heart to thud loudly in my chest. He grasped my fingertips, pulling me a little close to him before he pressed the roses in my palms and I felt speechless.

"Wha—what is this?"

"Roses? Aren't human girls attracted to flowers? Don't you like them? I can always bring you another variety." He spoke, his lips pulled down in a frown and I shook my head. I didn't knew how to react. I didn't want to accept his flowers but I couldn't refuse them. Not when he looked so concerned for my liking and disliking for his flowers.

"Human girls? What are you then? An alien?" He laughed softly, raising his hand to touch my cheeks but I stepped back and he smiled in return.

"You'll know soon."

"Huh?"

"I fear, you'll pass out if I invade your personal space, anymore. I'll see you again in the lecture." I chewed on my inner cheeks as I scowled at his retreating figure.

Jerk.

~~~~~

"Why did you leave the college in mid-day?" Carmella asked and I rose my face from my book, adjusting my glasses before speaking.

"I—I was tired."

I didn't had enough courage to face the certain green eyed stranger.

"Are you keeping something from me?" She asked, narrowing her eyes at me and I shrugged, diverting my gaze again in the book.

"Depends. If it's the chocolates, then yes. If it's something you are looking for," I spoke, looking at her pointedly, "then no."

"You have kept chocolates away from me!" She shrieked, throwing her purse to hit me but I ducked down.

"Chill. It's under your books."

"My books?"

"Yeah. You don't open that cabinet. Now, do you?" She jutted her lower lip out, opening the cabinet and threw one chocolate at me and kept three for herself and I rolled my eyes.

"Who is Hades Denver?" She asked me suddenly, making me look at her in confusion.

"Who?"

"Hades Denver." I scrunched my nose, shaking my head.

"I don't know. I never came across any Hades. Why?"

"He was asking for you today. He said that you were going to meet him for the lecture. And that you stood him up." My eyes widened as I sputtered before gulping down water from the bottle beside me.

Who are you?

Death.

His conversation rung in my head and I narrowed my gaze. Death— my foot!

"Ser?"

"I don't know about any Hades. I certainly know about Death. But, Hades? No?"

"What?" She asked, confused and I smiled, gritting my teeth.

"Oh, nothing."